"... used to joke that they were members of the Dennis Thatcher Society, which Marty described as one’s wife having 'a job which deep in your heart you wish you had.' Marty added, 'Now let me just say that in my case it is not true. Only because I really don’t like work. She works like fury all the time. The country’s better off as it is.'"
From "'Marty Was Always My Best Friend': Ruth Bader Ginsburg's Love Story," via Metafilter, which warns "Don't read this unless you're ready to sob like a baby."
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"Don't read this unless you're ready to sob like a baby."
OK.
American women live longer and these jobs are for life.
I guess Ruth is just one of those bitter clingers...
I sob like a baby when I consider that a democrat party ideologue like Ginsburg has spent decades distorting the laws and rights of our nation. When I think of Kagan I get pissed off, and when I think of Sotomayor I just spit.
Ruth Buzzy Ginsburg's appearances on "Laugh In" as Gladys Ormphby always made me sob with romantic sentimentality.
Tyrone Horneigh: Do you believe in the hereafter?
Gladys Ormphby: Of course I do.
Tyrone: Well... then you know what I'm here after.
I've got lots and lots of bourbon.
Question: Do you serious legal scholar types prefer someone like Kennedy who waffles in the wind and makes up poetry to explain his waffles, or do you prefer someone like RBG who votes however Stalin tells her too and explains things with a simple "Fuck you if you don't like it"?
"I've got lots and lots of bourbon."
So... you know... forget the popcorn.
Not is, but can, there be any other explanation than xenophobia to describe this author's fear of seeking comment-incorporating-feedback by those whom his condemnation demands, namely that the vast, vast, vast, vast majority of humanity not currently identified as "American" either in my 'selfish' sense or by common pedestrian-dismissing nabobs and those doing that/their ilk's bidding?
In, if not for, making these under-civilized provincial rubes fears known, not only do I celebrate this website's host and her contributions to Madison's and Wisconsin's and America's civility, by God I damn near demand her voice be heard louder to the extent my influence will accomplish this.
The ugly greed and self-righteous concern for only themselves, as differing from a standard human beings by the arrogance of one assuming no God nor Constitution nor Act of Congress could potentially not be on your side of an argument unless they/those/them have been compromised by an evil which we know but rarely name as Satan, displayed here doesn't rival Al Gore or Ted Kennedy's rape of America's moral treasury solely for access to the personal power such as Bill Clinton molested as POTUS, but is instructive of the mindset allowing (in the sense their overvast/evervast efforts to contain--and extinguish if possible without of course too obvious immediate repercussions foreshadowed within a viewpoint unlike Orwell's nose's--other's freedoms and liberty's failed both in the legal system ***partly for now*** and when the bombs blew up the bomb-of-cunts-cuntly-bombs Leftists trying to kill the New Jersey dancers at Fort Dix), then lionizing, evil in the name of fighting that other guy and the bad things he might do if you don't kill first, with bombs, any entity not already trusted/verified/killed-into-the-gang-initiation-fulfilled people.
I didn't hate Good Will Hunting, but thought it nothing special, until the Betamax dynamic on Althouse made me understand a theme previously considered worthy of my label of uncurious.
Cosmic confines within my brain not aside but the opposite, I have thought it would be funny to diss betamxx3001 by writing on some post "I am Toby Maguire to Althouse's Michael Douglas betamax so don't think you're the Wonder Boy nitwit."
I am Toby to Mike, and Beta is Matt Damon to Althouse's Robin William's character.
Nitwitiocy or Nitwidiocy?
I'm giving 3 to 1 odds that none of you lawyers will answer my lawyer question.
Any takers.
How 'bout you doctors?
Other "really, really smart" peeps?
Anybody?
I'll repeat: Wishy-washy or dogmatic? Which do you like?
I'll answer: DOG-FUCKIN'-MATIC!!!
What makes me feel like sobbing is having a bigoted, controlling, humorless leftist harridan like Ruth Bader Ginsberg on the Supreme Court.
One is supposed to be moved to tears by a love so true that...only the pressing need not to break one's perfect work attendance record, and be present when a written opinion of yours is read -- one of thousands on points of interest only to monkish specialists -- can keep you from the bedside of your dying spouse? Who seemed to have had to leave you a note so you'd know he'd gone to the hospital for the last time?
Maybe the story was written astonishingly badly, but the impression I get is two hearts withered: the one by an unrequitable love, and the other by the inability to love men other than in the abstract.
Someone who was nice died from cancer. I'm not moved to tears by that, because I've lived through it and recognize its unfortunate commonplace-ness.
RBG had a good marriage and it ended via death with them still deeply in love. That's not something to cry over. That's something to expect.
Commenters: Raise your game.
"...The country’s better off as it is."
Tell that to Susette Kelo.
Ann Althouse said...
Commenters: Raise your game.
11/9/15, 8:27 AM
You raise your own. What, teacher, what words do you want to put in our mouths?
This is your future. We despise you (oh, a clear majority; why not do a poll?) and we detest Ginsburg, only less so than the SOB who occupies the White House and wants her to die or quit because he wants to put in someone worse. Maybe she would have quit, but seeing execrable choices like Kagan and Sotomayor, is holding on until somebody, anybody else comes along.
Why should we sympathize? Because her nice husband went to his death alone because Ginsburg had an ATTENDANCE STREAK to maintain? And before that he was a Mr. Mom? Exactly who do you think gives a fuck? Was there a crying part? If I was alive back then, should I have wept for Stalin or Yezhov?
Up yours, Althouse. Annie. Sugar tits. Up yours.
(Up your game, of course.)
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