My Indefensible Lack of Substance

I'm having a lot of trouble finding my morally outraged center over the nomination of Harriet Miers as a replacement Supreme. In fact, I just got off the phone with an outraged friend, who is sputtering mad--"upset," actually, was her word--about the nomination. I spent most of the phone call asking her if she expected the President to nominate Michael Moore or Hilary Clinton (actually, that last woulda been sorta brilliant, now I think on it). Or if it really would've been better had he nominated (and thereby either martyred or infiltrated onto the Court) Prissy Owen or Janice Brown.

With Miers, there's the crony card. G'wan, confirm her relatively quietly--no procedural posturing necessary. Just scream about the President nominating his buddies to key positions, vote against her, and serve your revenge cold in some enchanted upcoming November. There's really no need for Democratic Senators to piss people off by doing their jobs in this case; it makes the American people very impatient when the legislature does its job. And any sort of lasting negativity here hands the moral high ground back to the fascists.

Choose your battles wisely, and fight them to the death. This one ain't worth a deathmatch.