No scooting out of SCOTUS for Rehnquist?

Huh. What's with Rehnquist, anyway? He's sounding darn testy these days, as he announced his non-announcement today that he's not going to retire. Not now. His comment last week (when asked if retirement was imminent)? "That's for me to know and for you to find out." Guess he's not enjoying the limelight from the Retirement Watch.

I'm all for him staying on the Court at this point. The worst case scenario, from a progressive, liberal standpoint, is having both Rehnquist and O'Connor resign at the same time. Then Bush gets an excuse to toss one of his ultra-right wing conservative fruitcakes out as a worthy replacement for Rehnquist. Tit for tat, like for like.

As it is, liberals are supposed to make happy about Alberto Gonzales being considered evil and verboten by the far right Republicans. We're supposed to consider ole Alberto a positive coup if he manages to get past the right to the Court. Yikes, yikes, yikes. Mr. Ignore the Geneva Convention is my best choice? That's a nightmare scenario in my book, not something to cheer about or be even vaguely satisfied with.

Let's contemplate something more cheerful, shall we? The husband and I just got back from a fabulous concert by my favorite group, Chanticleer. 12 part. All male, right down (or would that be up) to the sopranos. They sing like angels, having a vast repertoire with something everyone can enjoy--from spirituals to plainchant to jazz to everything in between. We hear them whenever they're here in Chicago (twice a year, when we're lucky). If you haven't heard them, you should!

Off to sleep, perchance to dream of liberal SCOTUS nominees and an articulate, clear-thinking and speaking Democratic presidential nominee who will expose the Republican smushy rhetoric for the pap and pabulum that it is . . . .

Until tomorrow,
Liz