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Good.

Could have happened a little sooner, like say in 1975, but you take what you get.

I love the revisionism, though:

Abortion was an issue that the Irish-Catholic Hyde pursued as a matter of conscience. Clinton's impeachment, by contrast, was a matter thrust upon him.

As chairman of the House Judiciary Committee, in 1998 he led House efforts to impeach Clinton for allegedly lying about his affair with White House intern Monica Lewinsky, and then in 1999 was the chief House manager in the unsuccessful bid to win a Senate conviction.

A reluctant warrior, Hyde saw his own reputation tarnished during the process when an online magazine revealed that he'd had his own affair with a married woman some 30 years before. Hyde, in his early 40s at the time of the affair, brushed it off as a "youthful indiscretion."

Dude, I watched the goddamn impeachment, and Hyde was doing everything but pulling his flaccid cock out of his trousers and wanking off during those proceedings. "Reluctant" my hairy white ass.

Also, WTF is it that being a fetus fetishist is a "matter of conscience", but being pro-choice isn't? More bullshit, more letting the goddamn theofascists frame the debate. I'm pro-choice because I have a conscience, assholes.
posted by Adam C. Lipscomb at 12:04:00 PM

 
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posted by Adam C. Lipscomb at 2:15:00 PM

 
144 Years Ago Today

An embattled US president gave a little speech:

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Today, we're mired in a very different war, with a very different president. A president that admires dictators, advocates torture and callously mocks everything Abraham Lincoln stood for. Our national press is a disgrace - they slavishly fawn over every word that dribbles out of the Simpleton-in-Chief's cake-hole, they parrot any slander they hear about the opponents of this war, they cheapen the vital process of selecting a leader with talk of "gravitas", or addle-pated discussions of candidates' sighs, "screams" or tipping practices. They have, at almost every level, failed the people, failed the nation and failed the very concept of a free press.

It's heartbreaking to think that our nation, after holding together through a revolution, a bloody civil war, after fighting off the Nazis and the Japanese in WWII, after a 50-year-long simmering war against the USSR, after all that, it's being destroyed from the inside by complacency and by the mendacity and rapacious greed of that pack of jackals inside the beltway. From the lobbyists out to overrule the will of the people to the "pundits" that don't understand the real America to the congressmen and senators of both parties more eager to line their pockets than to serve the people all the way up to the president and vice president that eagerly consign innocent men to be tortured and send American soldiers to die for no purpose - from bottom to top, I see corruption and venality and blind stupidity and I wonder if we're strong enough to overcome our own natures.

We owe it to the men that fought at Gettysburg, at Trenton, Bunker Hill, Verdun, Khe Sanh, Inchon, Iwo Jima, Bastogne - we owe it to every single man and woman that's bled and died in Iraq - we owe it to all of them, living and dead, to end this. We have to fix our mistakes, we have to repair our democracy. We have to, or we don't deserve to keep it.
posted by Adam C. Lipscomb at 7:48:00 AM

 
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posted by Adam C. Lipscomb at 5:28:00 PM

 
A Vacation!

Melissa and I went to New Orleans last weekend - some college friends were planning to be there for the Saints game, so we met them. We stayed at The Greenhouse Inn, a nice little B&B at the edge of the Garden District. Much good food was eaten, and we did our part to wear down the cobblestones of the French Quarter as well as boost the local economy.

When I say good food was eaten, I'm not bullshitting around. Friday night, we went to Bourbon House Seafood, which was excellent. I had shrimp creole, which I haven't had in a while. I also savored a pint or two of Abita's Andy Gator, a wheat beer with a nice spicy bite to it.

The next morning, we went to The Blue Plate Cafe (at the intersection of Thalia and Prytania). Crawfish cakes! Hash browns! Mimosas! An excellent breakfast. Lunch was grabbed on the run, and I can't remember where we got it. Dinner, though - aaaahhh, dinner!

Dinner was at Stella!, and it was one of the best meals out I've ever had. The menu changes every day, so each meal can be a unique experience. The service was impeccable, the wine recommendations exquisite and the food was to die for. I had Caramelized Wild Burgundy Escargots with Fresh Thyme, Local Garlic, Lemon Zest, Basil Pistou and Lavender Meringue for an appetizer (what can I say? I likee the snails.), then for my main course, I had Duck Five Ways: Szechuan Seared Breast, Lacquered Leg and Thigh, Moo Shoo Pancake Stir-Fry, Duck Miso Broth, Foie Gras Won Tons and Currant-Cassis Reduction. Guh. I've never had foie gras, and probably never will again because of ethical considerations, but the entire meal was perfect, and well worth the money. If you're in New Orleans, make a reservation and bring an appetite, because you're not going to find better food anywhere in town - and New Orleans is a gastronome's delight already.

For breakfast Sunday, we all went to Mother's. Another excellent meal, in a weekend of excellent meals. Big biscuits, juicy ham and sausage, eggs done perfectly and strong hot coffee. I could've eaten twice as much and still wanted more. Next time I'm in town, I'm gonna try their po' boys.

While our friends went to the Saints game, Melissa and I strolled the French Quarter and bought souvenirs for the kids. After the game, and after we'd all taken some time to rest our aching feet, we went to Parasol's for po' boys. Good ones, too. A walking tour of the French Quarter, given by a lifetime native and retired teacher and actor, had some interesting history in it.

For breakfast Monday, we went back to the Blue Plate, where I opted for Pancakes Napoleon (4 huge pancakes with blueberries, strawberries and whipped cream), and, of course, another mimosa. Then it was time to head home.

This was the first time we'd flown to New Orleans, and it made a huge difference - in addition to just having more time, we weren't exhausted and stressed out the whole time we were there. I think we'll do that more often in the future.

Next trip, I'll definitely budget even more for meals, because I personally consider a trip to New Orleans a failure if you don't gain at least 4 pounds.
posted by Adam C. Lipscomb at 7:02:00 AM