Well, today is the 50th birthday of the Civl Rights Division, and as one of the local constitutionalists here, Blue Girl has asked me to write my thoughts.
That reminds me of a joke about a lottery in Bombay. Thousands of people in the square, listening for their number to be called. The crier calls out winning numbers, gives out money, cars, vacation cruises, etc. working up the top prize.
Gets to 1st prize (the one just -below- the grand prize), and after congratulating the winner, announces the prize as dinner with Indira Gandhi.
The incredulous winner shouts "What?! These other people get cars, week-long paid cruise, homes ... and I get a dinner date with Gandhi?! FUCK Gandhi!!"
Comes back the crier ... "Oh no ... that's the GRAND prize."
And what in the world does that have to do with the 50th birthday of the Civil Rights Division? Everythng; because under the seven years of Bush Administration rule, the Civil Rights Division has become a hollow shell of what it was, what it is supposed to be. It has become a pathetic joke. Heckuva job Bushie.
