I think so, Brain … but Faulkner probably wouldn’t have fit in on Twitter.
Juleanna Glover has a post over at Politico fantasizing that there is a method to allow Senators to dodge be held accountable for a vote on impeachment. She thinks that all the Democrats would have to do is get 3 Republican to vote for a rule change allowing for a secret ballot on the matter. A brilliant plan! But there’s a small problem. You see, that pesky old Constitution says,
… and the Yeas and Nays of the Members of either House on any question shall, at the Desire of one fifth of those Present, be entered on the Journal.
—Art. I, § 5, cl. 3
So if 20 Senators want a recorded vote, each Senator’s vote will be recorded.
Democracy dies in darkness.
Between 1200 and 1808 UTC (7:00 am to 1:38pm ET) yesterday, the Solar Dynamics Observatory watched as Mercury move across the face of the Sun. SDO views the Sun in several wavelengths of extreme ultraviolet light.
Video Credit: NASA
In a comment to last Friday’s TKPOTD, a certain cockroach suggested that Bill Schmalfeldt might want to review the statute of limitations in Maryland before returning to the state, It turns out that’s good advice. Consider this information in this post On the Use of Underage Images from five years ago today and the update that follows.
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Last year, Bill Schmalfeldt photoshopped my face into a couple of pornographic homoerotic images which he published on the Internet. Those images and their publication formed part of the basis for the extension of the peace order against him that was issued last December.
One of the images of my face was lifted from a college year book picture. While the yearbook was published for my sophomore year, the picture may be a file photo that was actually been taken in autumn of 1965 during my freshman year. I turned 18 on 31 December, 1965.
Thus, it is possible that one of the pornographic images Schmalfeldt published contains a juvenile image of me.
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It turns out that the picture of me that Schmalfeldt used was taken when I was still only 17.
Jeffrey Epstein was unavailable for comment, and he didn’t kill himself either.
Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it.
I think so, Brain … but shouldn’t they fire the set designer for not making a scene?
Last Saturday night, I was sitting in a restaurant with Stacy McCain and his older brother Kirby when a young man walked up and thanked us for our service to the country. How he pegged us as veterans is beyond me.
But to all of you thanking us veterans today—You’re welcome. It was an honor and privilege to serve you.
Note: The young man was only two-thirds correct. Both Kirby and I served in the Army. I was a Signal Officer, and Kirby was a paratrooper in the 82nd and 101st Airborne divisions. Stacy isn’t a veteran, but one of his son is a soldier currently assigned as an instructor at the Army Ranger School.