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Reconsidering Sam Alito (because, the night)
Condsider this:
"I had skin like leather
and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered
but I burst just like a supernova.
I could walk like Brando,
right into the sun,
then dance just like a Casanova...
"With my blackjack and jacket
and hair slicked sweet,
silver star studs on my duds
just like a Harley in heat
--when I strut down the street
I could hear its heart beat:
"The sisters fell back and said,
'Don’t that man look pretty.'
The cripple on the corner cried out,
'Nickels for your pity.'
Them gasoline boys downtown
sure talk gritty.
"It’s so hard to be a saint in the city..."
Especially DC, yo...
As such, given his now documented inclination toward such a world view, I think these lyrics more than suffice as an answer to those naysayers who suggest that Alito is somehow a toady for the administration.
If he's down with the Boss, he can be on MY Supreme Court anyday.
This has been an jarring object lesson for me, on the perils of a) precipitously jumping to conclusions in general, and, b) imposing such narrow criteria on my personal evaluation of candidates for high office in the federal government.
Clearly, this Alito dude totally rocks. And I shudder to think that this salient fact nearly escaped my attention.
"I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd,
but when they said, 'Sit down,'
I stood up."
"I had skin like leather
and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered
but I burst just like a supernova.
I could walk like Brando,
right into the sun,
then dance just like a Casanova...
"With my blackjack and jacket
and hair slicked sweet,
silver star studs on my duds
just like a Harley in heat
--when I strut down the street
I could hear its heart beat:
"The sisters fell back and said,
'Don’t that man look pretty.'
The cripple on the corner cried out,
'Nickels for your pity.'
Them gasoline boys downtown
sure talk gritty.
"It’s so hard to be a saint in the city..."
Especially DC, yo...
As such, given his now documented inclination toward such a world view, I think these lyrics more than suffice as an answer to those naysayers who suggest that Alito is somehow a toady for the administration.
If he's down with the Boss, he can be on MY Supreme Court anyday.
This has been an jarring object lesson for me, on the perils of a) precipitously jumping to conclusions in general, and, b) imposing such narrow criteria on my personal evaluation of candidates for high office in the federal government.
Clearly, this Alito dude totally rocks. And I shudder to think that this salient fact nearly escaped my attention.
"I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd,
but when they said, 'Sit down,'
I stood up."
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