I never thought I’d say this, but the Supreme Court is actually making me proud to be an American lately. Today’s decision overturning Texas’ anti-sodomy (and, specifically, anti-gay) laws is an example of the better angels of our collective psyche shining through. Here’s a good line from Kennedy’s majority opinion:
The petitioners are entitled to respect for their private lives. The State cannot demean their existence or control their destiny by making their private sexual conduct a crime.
And from O’Connor’s concurring opinion:
A law branding one class of persons as criminal solely based on the State’s moral disapproval of that class and the conduct associated with that class runs contrary to the values of the Constitution and the Equal Protection Clause, under any standard of review.
Meanwhile, Big Tony is somewhere in the wilderness screaming about the “homosexual agenda.” How sad.
Speaking of obnoxious, mouthy conservatives, today is Michael Savage Day. Read this. Then read this and this. Laugh and be merry.
I finished the first chapter of my book. I’m happy with it so far. I just hope I can keep the momentum going.
I e-mailed this cute girl I met at a CLE yesterday and asked her (clumsily) for a date. I say “clumsily” because I always get this shrill voice in the back of my head, kinda like Gollum in The Two Towers. I suspect this happens to quite a few people with disabilities when contemplating dating. For me, it goes something like this:
Positive Mark: Hm, she’s attractive. Perhaps I’ll ask her out.
Extremely Negative Mark: Stupid cripple! Ugly cripple! Hasn’t we’s taught you anything?
Positive Mark: What? She might be interested. I’m moderately articulate. Hell, I’m an attorney! That has to count for something!
Extremely Negative Mark: Nobody likes you! Go on, ask pretty lady! Watch pretty lady get uncomfortable! Pretty lady never speak to us again!
Positive Mark: Stop it! Go away!
Extremely Negative Mark: Go away? Ha ha ha! Where would you be without me? I keep us realistic! I keep us from looking foolish! Silly cripple! Now go crawl back to our precious computer and write in blog! Yes, precious…
Or something like that, anyway. So the whole dating thing makes me a bit self-conscious. But that’s probably not much different from most guys.
