High-Fives to Harry Reid for telling it like it is yesterday. Bush simply must not be allowed to place extremist judges on the bench, many of whom are grossly inexperienced and haven't written a single law in their entire careers. The GOP's attempt to implement an up-and-down vote on judicial confirmations is a nothing more than a thinly veiled attempt to fill our courts with right-wing Uncle Toms who interpret the Constitution literally, rather than figuratively.
Despite what Bush and the repugs want us all to believe, the Constitution is not a lifeless, inanimate object, but a great big living, breathing forest, with a little bubbling creek that trickles through a pretty meadow. Our Founding Fathers left all sorts of wonderful critters in our happy forest, and you can see them yourself if you're a progressive judge, and you squint really hard.
Look! There's one! Can you see him? It's a happy little squirrel! His name is "A Woman's Right to Choose", and he's right there where Thomas Jefferson put him. Hello, Woman's Right to Choose!
And here comes three happy bunnies hopping through our pretty meadow! Why, if it isn't "A Right to Free Health Care", and "A Right to a Living Wage!" And who is that happy little black bunny tagging along? Why, it's "Affirmative Action"! Ha ha! Look at him go! He can sure keep up with the white bunnies now that they've leveled the meadow.
Ooooh! Look who they've brought with them! It's "A Right to Die with Dignity", the cutest little squirrel in the whole forest! He's been so happy since they yanked his feeding tube. Where he is off to in that feather boa and funny rainbow-colored hat? Oh, I bet I know! He's going to visit his best friends, "Gay Rights" and "Same-Sex Marriage".
And look...here's a big happy ol' chipmunk! His name is Harry. Isn't he the cutest thing? Harry doesn't like all the mean old conservative judges that crazy Cowboy in the big white cabin keeps nominating. So Harry's going to squeak and squeak and squeak until all the other little forest creatures give up and let him have is way. Go get 'em, Harry!
Oh no! Here comes that mean ol' Cowboy now! He's pouring arsenic into our creek and drilling a big ugly oil well right in the middle of our pretty meadow! His posse of Strict Constructionists are biting the heads off all our happy little critters and chopping down the trees with their big Patriot Axe!
SWEET MOTHER OF GAIA, HOW MANY LIMBS DOES MAX TREELAND HAVE TO LOSE BEFORE SOMEONE WILL STOP THE MEAN COWBOY FROM TURNING OUR HAPPY FOREST INTO A BARREN, LIFELESS MOONSCAPE????