This morning I actually said to a friend of mine–I still can’t quite believe that these words passed my lips–“I’m so depressed that William Rehnquist is dead.”
I just can’t wait to see what horror is visited upon us in his place.
Oh, well. At least he suffered.
and now gays will suffer too.
Right? The thrill of no longer having him on the court is counteracted by the fear of what’s to come.
Damn you, Sandra!
What a heartless sack of shit you must be.
I feel like our country is falling apart.
Although, I was actually saddened by Renquist’s passing when I found out that he had his own robe designed after a character in Iolanthe.
So goes a man who was against abortion and desegregation, but for school prayer and capital punishment. I take comfort in the fact that whoever replaces him will be just as bad for my people. Oh and that and that assholes are most comfortable expressing their opinion’s anonymously.
umm… we heard he had been dead 4 days before FEMA found him with a pillow over his head covered in Rove’s fingerprints. Puffff, ahhh good times.
“At least he suffered.” But not enough.
Oh, and an open letter.
I would rather be heartless than gutless, as you so clearly must be.
Phil and Jeff, thanks for coming to my defense. But this blog is, technically speaking, anonymous, so I don’t mind commenters’ following suit, whether I agree with them or not. One of the wonderful things about this country has always been that people are free to express their opinions, signed or unsigned, about anything. Let’s just hope that the Supreme Court we’re about to have sees fit to keep things that way.
Another dead right winger.
(sniffs, dabs eyes)
Are we sure that “heartless sack of shit” is a pejorative? “Heartless” can mean that someone remains logical when others would be swept away by the tide of emotion. And shit, as we all know, is a valuable fertilizer. Anonymous clearly meant to say that the good doctor’s careful analysis prepares the way for fruitful discussion. No doubt he didn’t sign his comment because he didn’t want to look like a brown nose.
Some of my best friends are heartless sacks of shit. It’s why my garden is so lush.
You’re terrible, Muriel.
um, should I feel bad that I do not know who this guy is?
Happy Birthday E.S.
It’s too bad that all the good guys out there are either dead, married, or gay?