Teetering on the Brink

The Alito Hearings kind of creeped up us, but there he is, the smarmy motherfucker, lying his ass off to the rubber-stamp Senate about his judicial "philosophy", and trying to hide his glee -- and that of his Monkey Mentor, Baby Doc -- that the fragile balance of the Supreme Court is about to shift mightily to the right and we will be fucked for a generation. Or more. Maybe forever, if the Imperial Presidency isn't reigned in. And sadly the Court is the entity who has the last word.

While I am all for the preservation of a woman's right to choose, I think that the long-term issue is the balance of power and the collection of a vast array of powers in the person and the office of the President of the United States. It supersedes all others, and all others will be rendered moot if this consolidation continues.

Alito has given no indication -- in fact, quite the opposite -- that he is interested in the true conservative philosophy of limited government, etc.

A court with the unholy alliance of Scalia, Thomas, Roberts and Alito riding roughshod over the "liberal" wing will surely do what it can to roll back most of the advancements in civil rights and individual liberties that we have fought for and won over the last 70 years. And that "what it can" means pretty much everything.

Read an examination of the issue at the always-incisive Consortium News and tell me that you don't agree.

If the Dems don't filibuster his ass out of there, then they might as well pack up and go home. Let the Boy Emperor, like Caligula, elevate horses to the Senate. There's already a horse's ass in the White House.