Another Good Day for the Rule of Law

Via the New York Times:

In a stinging rejection of one of the Bush administration’s central assertions about the scope of executive authority to combat terrorism, a federal appeals court ordered the Pentagon to release a man being held as an enemy combatant.

“To sanction such presidential authority to order the military to seize and indefinitely detain civilians, Judge Diana Gribbon Motz wrote, “even if the President calls them ‘enemy combatants,’ would have disastrous consequences for the Constitution — and the country.”

“We refuse to recognize a claim to power,” Judge Motz added, “that would so alter the constitutional foundations of our Republic.”

Rock. If the fellow in question really is a terrorist, let’s put him on trial, and then if he’s guilty, let’s lock him up for a nice long time. But this stuffing someone down a hole purely at the pleasure of the president crap is nonsense.

Don’t know about anyone else, but I’m liking the idea that the Dubya years are looking more like a cautionary abberation than a model of things to come. I’d still like some more reassurance of that, of course.


The Creation Museum Photoshoppery Continues Unabated

This one’s from Christian DeBaun:

In real life, those dinosaurs would be standing in my neighbor’s hay field. I suspect he’d come out in his golf cart to chase them away. That would be funny as hell.

I’ve got a few more of these in e-mail, which I’ll post later; and of course if you want to send new Creation Museum-related Photoshoppery, by all means please do. It’ll ameliorate my pain at the prospect of having to go.

For all those who are wondering, the drive to force me to visit the Creation Museum is proceeding poorly — that is, poorly for me, since its end result is likely to have me schlepping my ass down to northern Kentucky. You’re all bastards, is what I have to say to that.


My Sole Thought Regarding the End of “The Sopranos”

My main takeaway from The Sopranos‘ final minutes was to note that Journey continues to spread its Escape-era hegemony through our popular culture, and perhaps it is time to acknowledge that it is Steve Perry’s world, we just live in it.

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