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All you need to know about Harriet Miers can be summed up in four words: corporate attorney from Texas. Miers is a "pioneer" in exactly nothing. She is a cover-your-ass artist period. Nothing more -- that's all corporate lawyers are. The Bush administration is chock-full of CYA artists. The least they could do (esp. with a prosecutor breathing down their necks and as the majority of the rest of the Republican leadership is a hair's breadth from the hoosegow), is show a modicum of respect to the legislative branch of government and forward someone -- anyone -- who has, I don't know, say, ANY experience on the bench.
But of course, we know exactly why they nominate warm bodies with little-to-no judicial experience: the answer to virtually every question during confirmation hearings is going to be along the lines of "it wouldn't be appropriate for me to answer that, as this is an issue that may come before me in the Supreme Court in the future." Effectively packing the courts with mystery meat. Until it's far too late, and the rest of the country realizes that what they've been served could have been scraped off of a Sinclair Lewis killing floor.
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If you're someone who says or believes something like this (no matter your level of articulateness or dosage):
Although the loss of lives is deeply saddening, this act of God destroyed a wicked city...
Then you need to stop and think. You're essentially saying the god you worship has a taste for cash-poor pickaninnies stewed in toxic broth. Ignoring the obvious ugly savagery, and the fact that others have called you on this before, all I have to add is that this deity of yours sounds awfully fucking familiar.
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P.S.: I'm hot on the trail. I've recently uncovered a rumor that Jim Thome's cock looks "like a baby's arm...just hanging there." I'll get that fucking picture yet.
