Thursday October 23, 2014
October 16th, 2014
It's hard to believe, in the wake of this week's Supreme Court refusal to review federal court rulings in favor of gay marriage, but some gay-marriage backers once took a dim view of federal constitutional lawsuits meant to advance the cause.
When you buy a new car, you dodge the sketchy salesman, read up on consumer ratings, get a feel for the ride. When you get married, you think about growing old with a person, love beyond lust, do a life gut check. And when you elect a federal lawmaker next month, you go against everything you believe in to reward the worst Congress ever.
As an old popular song asks: What do you get if you “work your fingers right down to the bone?” Boney fingers.
As housekeepers in the sprawling Marriott hotel chains know, that’s more than a cute lyric. It’s the truth.
Did you notice that all that fuss over those Central American kids who were crossing the U.S. border alone suddenly died down?
A few days ago, I was on a panel on Bill Maher's television show on HBO that became a religious war.
What a disappointment. Officials have retracted their promising report that voter registration surged by more than 3,000 in Ferguson, Missouri since August 9, when the fatal shooting of Michael Brown, an unarmed black 18-year-old, by a white police officer touched off sometimes-violent protests.
Right now you are probably asking yourself: What should I be looking for in a candidate this election year? Excellent attendance at committee hearings? The ability to write an economic plan from scratch? An affinity for poultry?
It's time for some major-league soul-searching.
Who would have thought:
-- That gay rights groups' biggest concern would not be how the Supreme Court would rule on same-sex marriage but that it wasn't ruling fast enough?
-- That the Republican response to the justices' move to let same-sex marriages proceed in half the states would be ... near-total silence?
Imagine the Three Stooges as waiters. Curly’s pouring hot soup in laps, Moe’s sneezing in the spaghetti, and Larry’s lighting a well-coiffed woman’s hair on fire with the bananas flambé.
When their boss finally gives them the boot, the customers cheer. And if the wiseguys were to ask for big goodbye bonuses, everyone in the joint would crack up.