March 2012
Much as I love the way TTSS looks...
…sometimes these caps are so grainy I think I’m going to lose my mind kaljdfkl.
Scalia Says Court Can’t Be Bothered To Read Obamacare: ‘You Really Want Us To Go Through These 2,700 Pages?’ | ThinkProgress →
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During the last day of Supreme Court hearings about the Affordable Care Act, the justices covered whether or not the entire law could stand if the individual mandate was struck down and the law’s expansion of Medicaid. But Justice Antonin Scalia seemed surprised that someone would have expected the justices to read the text of the health care reform law before the hearings:
JUSTICE SCALIA: Mr. Kneedler, what happened to the Eighth Amendment? You really want us to go through these 2,700 pages? (Laughter.) And do you really expect the Court to do that? Or do you expect us to — to give this function to our law clerks? Is this not totally unrealistic? That we are going to go through this enormous bill item by item and decide each one?
I was stunned by this statement, too. If you get an extremely prestigious job with very high pay for life, plus tremendous benefits, shouldn’t you also be expected to do the work that comes with the honor? Apparently, Justice Scalia thinks not.
Unlike Mitt Romney, I don’t like firing people. But Scalia deserves to be fired, instead of being paid for not thinking or doing his homework.
“How dare you expect us to do our jobs and research what we’re voting on before potentially taking away healthcare from millions of Americans who pay our salaries???”
Yes, we really want you to read those pages. Yes, we expect you to do so.
I saw this and laughed.
And then I realised that he was serious, at which point I started screaming at the television.
today... is kind of a weird deficit day.
I don’t even know how to describe it. I’ve typed up at least four blog posts ranging from grammar in fanfiction to personal stuff, but none of them seem really right. It’s not like… a Bad Day or anything. I’m all mellow and stuff, but I just sort of… can’t find my words. The right words.
It’s weird. Usually, when my head is this crowded, I get depressed and/or agitated and I mope and pull up a ton of WIPs before closing them back down in fits of frustration. It’s not like that today. I feel all… loose and okay with the fact that the words aren’t coming in the right order on the right subject. Except that there’s this tense little knot underneath all that, right between my lungs, just kind of… waiting.
(Or maybe not?)
But I have a lot of ideas, just floating past. Sherlock, mostly, as usual. It keeps circling back to this idea I had about an AU. (What if everyone had a Mind Palace, and what if one could project it? What if Sherlock’s is different because of its size and his willingness to let people in, but only as far as the front room? What if it were an entire branch of psychology? How would it work? What would Moriarty’s look like? John’s? There’s so much possibility.)
Seriously, though, this is a little strange.
the only reason why i was thinking about this is because i had an upset stomach and had to make myself tea at shit-o-clock in the morning.
I was trying to come up with a “I like my wo/men like I like my coffee/tea: ___” line that would actually fit me, and these are the only ones I could come up with:
- I like my gender-unspecific potential romantic partners like I like my coffee: NOT AT ALL.
- I like my gender-unspecific potential romantic partners like I like my coffee: in theory only.
- I like my gender-unspecific potential romantic partners like I like my coffee: pumpkin-flavoured and lacking in any resemblance to actual coffee.
- I like my gender-unspecific potential romantic partners like I like my tea: iced.
- I like my gender-unspecific potential romantic partners like I like my tea: lemony.
- I like my gender-unspecific potential romantic partners like I like my tea: hot, but not too hot, just enough to settle my stomach and/or make the cramps go away.
- I like my gender-unspecific potential romantic partners like I like my tea: Asian, lemon, ginger, and strong enough to kill.
…My feelings re: the success of this endeavour are mixed.
