It was a shitshow. Worse than that, because it can always get worse, there was never a chance that it would be anything but a shitshow from the outset. Trump came in with the purpose of proving to his hard core right wing fringe supporters that he was the tough guy they so admire in him. And when asked by Chris Wallace, who was completely incapable of reining in Trump, to condemn white supremacy, the most Trumpian of things Trump could say came out.
Stand Back. Stand By.
The idea of a grand jury moving for the disclosure of the grand jury transcript is simultaneously bizarre and interesting. By law, they are sworn to secrecy for sound policy reasons, and since their role is not about them, they have neither a right nor interest in challenging the law. Yet, a grand juror in the presentation against the cops involved in the killing of Breonna Taylor got a lawyer and made the motion.
The unnamed juror filed a court motion on Monday seeking the release of last week’s transcripts and permission from a judge to speak publicly to set the record straight. Hours later, the office of Attorney General Daniel Cameron granted both requests, saying that the juror is free to speak and that recordings of the session will be made public.
On the one hand, if 43 out of 47 students working at the Washington Square News, a quasi-independent newspaper of New York University, determined that their working conditions were so intolerable that they could no longer suffer the paper’s new advisor, Dr. Kenna Griffin, they did the right thing. They quit.
On the other hand, that doesn’t make their complaints sound, just theirs.
Three weeks ago, a student-run newspaper with ties to New York University got a new editorial adviser: Kenna Griffin, a former reporter and editor who had taught journalism at Oklahoma City University for 16 years. She started advising the paper, Washington Square News, remotely from Oklahoma.
Someone gave the New York Times “more than two decades” of Trump’s “tax return data,” and they published it. Had Trump revealed his returns, as has become the norm for presidential candidates since 1974, this would be old news. But since Trump refused to do so, and since it’s Trump, the billionaire stable genius super businessman dealmaker, it’s . . . something.
What does the tax data mean? He didn’t pay any taxes for 10 of 15 years, and paid $750 in the year he was elected. Does that make him a tax genius or a lying business failure? Beats me. I’m no tax expert, and tax returns bore me to tears. It wouldn’t be surprising that he was able to use the tax regs to his advantage by milking every deduction and passive loss carryforward and using them to his advantage. It also wouldn’t surprise me to learn that he was drowning in debt. I’ve known quite a few people who lived the life of the wealthy until some intervening good fortune saved them from the scheme crashing down on them. Or the scheme crashed down on them. Continue reading
Sifting through the vast array of ever-shifting attacks, and denials that they are anything more than strawman cries, against the now-nominated Amy Coney Barrett has been amusing, sad and pathetic. But the worst of it isn’t the usual cries by the civically illiterate, who have no clue what judges do or are supposed to do. The worst is that the groundlings are being manipulated by those who do.
To be fair, it’s too easy. Judge Barrett is being attacked/not attacked for being a Catholic, for adopting black children, and for her love/hatred of stare decisis. Smart people are arguing with surprising vehemence about how Judge Barrett will bring the “conservative” majority to 6-3 (because 5-4 isn’t a majority?), upon which every decision some cherish will be reversed and every decision some despise will be redoubled. By the way, that’s always been the way people have understood stare decisis, even though it’s a tenet about judicial stability. Continue reading
Judge Laurie Smith Camp died in her sleep this past week. She was only 66 and so far as anyone knew, healthy. An honors graduate of Stanford and Editor in Chief of the Nebraska Law Review, she was brilliant and likely our best Chief Judge. But so much more important to me was the person I knew and came to love like a sister.
Social intelligence, kindness, class, sensitivity and graciousness was her essence. Most of you don’t remember Grace Kelly, but Laurie and I would. So, I will end with photos of these two women who radiated a pure goodness that I cannot adequately express.[1] You will understand then why tears run down my checks as these photos stare back at us. Continue reading
This video was presented on the twitters by different people with polar opposite characterizations. Was this an instance of a driver plowing into a crowd of protesters or a crowd of rioters attacking a guy in a Prius?
So, what happened here?
I remember well the Clarence Thomas confirmation hearing in 1991. We were on vacation at Mohonk Mountain House, and they set aside a room with a television to watch the hearing. Anita Hill was testifying about Thomas’ sexual harassment, a pubic hair on a coke can.
Thomas was nominated to fill Thurgood Marshall’s seat, a seat too large for anyone to fill. It was the “black” seat, and so a black man was chosen, and somehow Thomas was the person chosen by President George H.W. Bush. At the time, he had been a judge on Circuit Court for the District of Columbia for about a year, after stints at the Department of Education and a dubious tenure as chair of the EEOC. Continue reading
Mayor Tribe, sweating from a recently ingested cocktail of uppers and downers, jolted at his desk when Louise’s breathy voice buzzed through the phone.
“Mayor Tribe, your three-o-clock is in Conference Room B,” his secretary said.
Tribe’s three-o-clock meeting was with suits. Lawyers. He wasn’t sure what the problem was, but Tribe hoped he could get the matter resolved in short order. Lenny’d always been able to talk his way out of problems with suits in the past. Plus he was a lawyer before getting elected as Mayor of Mud Lick. Surely he could talk to his own kind! Continue reading
There’s a joke that Keith Kaplan tells on twitters every once in a while, when someone new jumps into the middle of a discussion that’s been going on forever.
It’s like Twitter is a bar argument that resets every time a new patron walks in and says, “so, what are we fighting about today?”
For the new guy, it’s all new.* What a cool argument! Let’s start at the beginning, running through every claim, real or imagined, every argument, sound or debunked, as if nobody ever said it, thought it, discussed it before. Hey, isn’t the new guy entitled to start the journey again, for himself? And aren’t you, the old guy, obliged to suffer through it again? Multiply that by ten, ten thousand, and it gets old fast. Continue reading