Thursday, November 10, 2005

Form of: A chair

I broke my computer chair, finally.

This was a simple "task chair", the most basic and common sort of chair found in offices. I bought it in the late Summer or early Fall of 2000 - I remember Al Gore and George W. Bush were holding a debate as I assembled it. It served me well these past five years, although it started to fall apart pretty quickly. I was leery of buying a task chair because coming from an office/factory environment, I know that task chairs tend to break easily and often. I have seen countless numbers with backs loose or broken off, arms falling off (in models with arms), and seats broken from the base of the chair.

My chair didn't have arms, but the back became loose a long time ago and had to be constantly retightened. The back pad broke free and was held in place by two pieces of lightweight rope. Finally the seat began to have a little more flexibility than seemed appropriate, and a quick peek under the hood indicated that the seat was almost completely broken free from the base - a few more wiggles and I would be unceremoniously dumped on the ground, or worse. (My computer desk is a round glass top about four feet across on four wooden legs. I blog dangerously.)

I found a replacement chair at OfficeMax. It is item #2088-4438, the Fabric Executive Chair. It is comfortable. It has a high back that is actually designed to tilt. (Backs on task chairs are not designed to tilt . This is one reason why they break.) It is $79.99, about the cost of one color and one black ink cartridge for my printer.

And it is out of stock.

I might try another OfficeMax closer to where I work. Or I might try ordering one online, but that will take time to deliver. So in the meantime, my computer "chair" is an unfinished wooden stool whose seat is nearly at the same level as the keyboard. Oh, well. Maybe I should look into ordering online...

UPDATE: I just ordered one online, using a Visa card and the security ID number thingie from the back of another Visa card. (Actually, it was my ATM card with a Visa logo on it. The two cards look almost identical.) Officemax.com doesn't provide a way to correct this online, or even to cancel and resubmit my order. So now my chair delivery will be delayed as it is scrutized for suspicion of fraud. #*$%&@!, as Redeye's Mother Hooch* might say.

*According to King Features Syndicate, this charater's name is Granny. But I'd swear I remember her being called Mother Hooch thirty years ago.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Hanging on

Tree mostly stripped of leaves
Plains Township, PA
November 9th, 2005


We went from "Past Peak" to "Most leaves off the trees" in just a few hours last Sunday night. This was when a line of thunderstorms that had caused death and destruction in the Midwest early that morning finally blew through to the East Coast, stripping most of the leaves from the trees. But not all the leaves, or all the trees. Some trees are still at Peak Color and clinging to most (if not all) of their leaves. And I even saw a line of trees that were just starting to change color.

I took the day off from work today to take my mom for an outpatient procedure. The procedure always leaves her spaced-out and woozy for several hours. She's also not allowed to eat beforehand, so after the procedure it's become something of a tradition for us to go to the Cracker Barrel for breakfast. The Cracker Barrel serves breakfast all day long, which is good since we didn't get there until around 1:00. After breakfast we spent a few hours wandering through stores letting the anesthesia wear off - mostly stores that sold pillows and towels and other big, soft, non-breakable stuff.

At about 4:00 the sky opened up and we were socked with a heavy and lengthy downpour. I fear that many of the leaves that had hung in there up til this point finally lost their grip this afternoon. We'll see in the morning!

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

St. Mary's School

Our Lady of Czestachowa Church and School
(a.k.a. St. Mary's)
Nanticoke, PA
March 2005


I attended Catholic shool from Kindergarten through the Eighth Grade. Back then, in the mid-1970's to early-1980's, Our Lady of Czestachowa (my parish, commonly called St. Mary's) had a sort of school-sharing arrangement with another primarily Polish parish, St. Stanislaus. The plan was that all Kindergarteners from both parishes would go to Kindergarten at St. Mary's. First Grade would also be at St. Mary's, but second grade would be at St. Stan's. All even-numbered grades would be at St. Stan's, all odd-numbered grades would be at St. Mary's.

Our Lady of Czestachowah Church
March 2005


That was the plan, anyway. It had gone on like that some time before I started school, but it ended for me after Fourth Grade. From that point on, all classes would be consolidated at St. Mary's. Never mind that there weren't enough classrooms; classes would simply be combined. Fifth and Sixth Grade in one room, Seventh and Eighth Grade in another.

From left to right:
New Rectory (built in the 1980's)
Convent (disused for about 20 years, slated for demolition)
St. Mary's School
March 2005

Things got worse after I graduated from Eighth Grade in 1981. Soon St. Mary's and St. Stan's combined their schools with the much larger Holy Trinity school, which was located two blocks North of St. Mary's and two blocks West of St. Stan's. The "new" combined school, which was located in the "old" Holy Trinity School, was christened Pope John Paul II School, after the young, vigorous Polish Pope.

Wind Tunnel and Nuns' Bridge
(Any wind would get caught between the school and the convent and create a mini-tornado.
Catholic schoolgirls wore skirts, by the way.)
November 6th, 2005


I have fond memories of St. Mary's school. It had its educational shortcomings - at any moment Math, Arts, or Science class could be interrupted for a a supplemental Religion class. The Science textbooks were good, though, and no one stopped me from reading the "advanced" chapters in the back of the book, the stuff we never seemed to get to each year. The Math, English, and Reading classes were also top-notch, so I must give a nod there.

Convent
November 6th, 2005


I was an Altar Boy back in those days. About one week out of every month I would draw 7:00 daily Mass duty - up at 6:00, out of the house by 6:30, a quick morning Mass attended by between zero and ten parishoners, down to my grandmother's house for breakfast, then off to school for 8:30. Each week I would serve one Sunday Mass - 7:00, 9:00, 11:00, or even 7:15 Saturday evening. Once or twice a month I might get called to serve a Funeral - two hours out of school, hang out with a dead body, ride in a Cadillac, maybe get a dollar or two as a tip. The big money was to be made on Saturdays at Weddings, when you might get a tip of $5 or more.


Rear Stairwell
November 6th, 2005


The school isn't entirely abandoned now. I think it still serves as a Head Start school for underprivileged kids. But it's lost a lot of the identity that it had when I was there. And yet it still stands.

But not for long, I fear. Like Three-O-Nina, I cannot imagine that this old relic of a bygone era will stand forever. Thousands, maybe tens of thousands of kids passed through its halls and learned about Jesus and Kangaroo Mice and negative numbers and The Red Badge of Courage there. Someday this school will only live on in their fading memories.

For what it's worth, I offer this bid to whatever immortality this medium has to offer.

Scenes from the Fall Festival

Some scenes from the Fall Festival held in the basement of the former St. Mary's school in Nanticoke, PA on Sunday, November 6th 2005.

A woman contemplates the Get Well Soon basket (top level with copper-orange bow.)

More baskets, more people.

A winning ticket! Those three cherries on the top ticket tell the world that I'm a WINNER! I let my 50-cent winnings ride on two more tickets - one of which was also a 50-cent winner! The next two tickets were losers, and I slunk back into the shadows.

Even I took a chance on winning my own personal Pope.

The crowd waits in breathless anticipation as the winning numbers are announced for the Chinese Auction. Note the girl on the left who is using her cell phone to call her mom and tell her that they have won not one, but two copies of the prize designated "Collector's Item #1", an autographed vinyl record album from the early 1970's by local Polka star and parish member John Stankovic of the band Stanky and the Coal Miners. Too bad, as she announced to the gathered crowd, they don't own a record player!

Monday, November 07, 2005

Barberry and flowers

Another of my invasive perennials. This Barberry appeared a few years ago among the rocks of a rock garden my grandfather built. I'm not sure what the flowers are - Mums, maybe? - but they're very yellow. And the Blaze rosebush in the foreground needs to be pruned for the Winter, but I didn't feel like doing that before I took this picture this past Saturday.

Duet



Japanese Red Maple and Oak tree, my front yard, November 5th, 2005.

Belt scare

My 1996 Toyota Tercel is nearing the end of its reasonable life expectancy. It's got over 247,000 miles on it and things are starting to wear out. I had to replace the battery last year and the exhaust system last week. I'm hoping to get through the winter without having to replace two other wear items: the tires and the brakes. (Neither item is something you should skimp on, really.)

Yesterday my cousin and her mother and my friend Darren and I went out to our church's Fall Festival. After exhausting everything that had to offer in about 15 minutes we saddled up our cars and headed out to the Penn State Lehman Campus for an arts & crafts show. (My cousin was disappointed with the show, but there were plenty of college girls there so at least Darren and I were entertained.) We took two cars so that if my cousin and her mom decided to, say, spend three hours shopping for shoes, Darren and I wouldn't necessarily have to tag along.

My car was one of the two that we took and I proudly pointed out the features of my new exhaust system (quieter ride, less poisonous gas exhausting directly into the cabin.) It was an unseasonably warm day for the most part, but as we pulled into a pizza place to grab a light dinner the wind began to whip up. (This was the leading edge of a storm system that had caused death and destruction in the Midwest some 12 hours earlier.) Leaves and debris flew through the air and pelted my car. And then, from the front passenger's-side wheel well, came a thwap-thwap-thwap noise.

Must be a stick, I thought, or maybe some leaves. Maybe a couple of acorns are caught in there. I didn't bother to check when I parked at the pizza place and we got out of the car - we were all pretty hungry and wanted to get inside.

After dinner the wind had gotten even stronger. I decided to head home and stop back at the Fall Festival to see who had won the Get Well Soon basket, and Darren decided to continue on with my cousin and her mom. He still had some stuff in my car and we were parked on the other side of the building from my cousin's car, so we both went to my car so I could give him a ride.

And it started again. Thwap, thwap, thwap.

I pulled into an empty space near my cousin's car. Darren and I both got out to check the wheel well.

"This looks like it's stuck in your tire," he said, pointing to a bit of wire about four inches long.

Oh no, I thought, I've broken a belt. My friends had always warned me about this danger ever since I got new tires a while back and was complaining about the constant rumble. I was worried maybe I had damaged my brand-new tires on one of Northeastern Pennsylvania's many, many potholes. Break one of the radial belts on your tires and you'll wind up with a big weak bubble just waiting to pop. If you suspect you've broken a belt, don't run your hand along the tire to find it. The metal is sharp-edged and will cut you.

I tugged on the piece of wire, expecting resistance that would indicate that this wire was actually part of my tire and yes, I had seriously damaged my tire on the one day when I would not be able to get new tires anyplace. Instead, the wire popped out easily. It was just stuck into the surface.

The wire looked mangled and tar-covered. It might have been a belt, but I don't think it was one of mine.

I checked the tire for any signs of damage or bubble formation but I haven't seen anything. So I think I'm good.

For now.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

The Winnah!

Fall Festival is over. It was OK, but it would have been better with a bake sale.

I won a gift certificate for sausage. Polish sausage. One ring fresh, and one ring smoked. If you've never had real, honest-to-God, non-factory-made Polish sausage, you don't know what you're missing! Come to Nanticoke sometime and we'll show you.

My mom won the Get Well Soon basket! I think she put all 25 tickets from her $5.00 sheet of chances in for it. I put at least that many in, maybe more. (I bought $15 worth of chances altogether but spread them around a bit.)

Fall Festival reminder

St. Mary's Fall Festival
Sunday, November 6th
11:00 AM - 5:00 PM
1030 South Hanover Street
Nanticoke, PA


Details here

A study in scarlet




Japanese Red Maple tree in my front yard, November 5, 2005.

Mill Memorial Library, 11/05/2005

The Mill Memorial Library is located near the "main entrance" to Nanticoke, on the corner of Kosciuszko and Main, directly across from the former location of the old Nanticoke High School (now a CVS.) It's a small library. I used to go there as a kid with my father, and later I would use it as a quiet place to work on papers in High School. I don't go there much now, maybe once every few years to see if they have any interesting used books for sale. My own book collection may rival theirs in terms of quality and quantity. I have even donated a few books to them - I checked on one of them yesterday and they still have it, even though I don't think anybody has checked it out since I donated it. (It's Genius, a biography of Richard Feynman by James Gleick. I bought a copy specifically for the library when I saw it at a remaindered books store for about $4.)
I said that we are past peak locally, but that referred to Northeastern Pennsylvania as a whole, or at least the parts of it that I commute through each day. In Nanticoke we are at peak right now.
The Mill is a small library located on a large lot. It's a hilly plot of land that doubles as a public park and is very popular for sledding in the Winter. It is covered with trees, although not as many as it once was. A few years ago a big wind storm damaged a number of trees and they were removed. A few others were removed at the same time for good measure. And earlier this year a number of very old trees were removed from along the edge of the lot because their roots were causing the sidewalks to heave. (They had been causing the sidewalks to heave for years, so they resembled not so much a stretch of sidewalk as a flight of steps. The rise from one sidewalk to the next could be as much as four inches, sometimes more.) Still, what remains is beautiful, and is worth seeing.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

The time of burgundy and gold

Trees in St. Mary's Cemetery
Saturday, November 5th 2005


We have sailed through "Peak Color" for our trees and are now "Past Peak." (Peak, by my estimation, was Wednesday and Thursday of this past week.) That doesn't mean that the leaves aren't worth seeing, and some people might argue that now is "Peak Color." At this point the bright yellow, orange, and red leaves have all received a shot of brown and are turning into darker, richer hues of burgundy and gold. (A friend's son also quite rightly identified shades of "bronze" and "copper" in the leaves, and noted that "black" is also a Fall color - many of the branches and trunks of trees, visible for the first time since the Spring, are black!)

To see how quickly things have changed in the last two weeks, compare this photo to another one taken in the same cemetery on the morning of Sunday, October 23rd.

And assuming that the color subtleties haven't been lost in JPEG compression, you can even see the pink glow of the atmospheric refraction phenomenon known as the "Band of Venus" rising in the distant Eastern sky in this photo.

Conjunction of the Moon and Venus, 11/05/2005

This photo was taken at 5:29 PM on Saturday, November 5th from the St. Mary's Cemetery in Hanover Township, PA. I left the shutter open for a while to gather sufficient light to make an image, so the sky looks much brighter than it actually was.

There was a hard-to-see conjunction of the Moon and Mercury on Thursday, November 3rd, although I just learned that it would have been much easier to see for folks in the Southern hemisphere. Sorry I didn't mention it, guys. If you live in the Southern hemisphere you should have favorable viewing of Mercury right after sunset for the next few nights. Check a source like Heavens Above for more information specific to your location!

Friday, November 04, 2005

I DID pay a lot for this muffler

Car is fixed. For now. It cost me twice what I expected to be paying. Actually, the muffler was relatively inexpensive, but still probably massively overpriced. It was the head pipe that was the most expensive part.

Well, if it cuts down on the amount of toxic gas I'm pumping into the inside of the car it will have been worth it. Still, I didn't expect to be putting this much money into the car in its final months. (The car just hit 247,000 miles yesterday. At 1000 miles every 17 days or so, that means only about 50 more days to 250,000. Which puts that milestone right around Christmas. Maybe Santa will bring me a new car?)

Mars!

Joe Snedeker, a local meteorologist who gained national attention a few weeks ago when his usual banter with one of the morning anchors touched off a debate over the rights and responsibilities of working mothers, was this morning bemoaning the fact that Mars is it its brightest and best for backyard observation in years, that we have not one but two rovers running around on its surface taking pictures, that anybody with an Internet connection has incredible access to the latest images from the surface of Mars - and for the most part, nobody cares.

Maybe I shouldn't say nobody cares. But vastly more people care about what's going on with Paris Hilton or what happened on the latest episode of "Lost" or "Desperate Housewives" than care about the fact that we are currently exploring another planet.

Why? It would be too easy to fall back on Douglas Adams' three reasons to explain this sort of attitude:
1. Ignorance,
2. Stupidity, and
3. Nothing else

But that only accounts for 90% of the people. What about the rest? Perhaps they've had local events like war and terrorism and Supreme Court nominees and the leaking of the identity of a covert operative as payback to her husband by a corrupt administration for speaking out against the use of phony documents and trumped-up intelligence as justification for going to war weighing heavily on their minds. Maybe they've been scared witless by having a Lame Duck issue a dire warning on the possibility of an Avian Flu pandemic when they know damn well that just a little while ago he didn't know the meaning or even the spelling of words like "pandemic" or "avian" or "flu."

Well, that ends here. Go to the official Mars site from NASA and use it as your jumping-off point for learning more. Go to Jack Horkheimer's site and get the latest. Tonight, go outside about two hours after sunset and look up at the Red Planet rising in the East. And forget about the goings-on on Wisteria Lane for a while.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

More nutritious alternatives to Mr. Potato Head

Lauren mentioned that the Mr. Potato Head people are trying to concoct a hipper, more athletic look for him. (Ronald McDonald and the Burger King are getting the same sort of image makeovers - although in the case of the Burger King, it's really frightening and disturbing.) My response suggested a list of other food-based characters that are inherently more nutritious and less starchy - Sally SweetPotato, Yolanda Yam, Larry Legume, Tyrone TofuBlock, Polly Pomegranate, Gaston Garlique, and Wilbur TexturizedVegetableProtein (known as "Tex" to his friends), to name a few.

Lauren liked Tyrone Tofublock, so here he is. I'm sticking with a sketch rather than an actual model because...well, if you know tofu, you don't need an explanation. Tofu (at least the tofu I have bought) is a spongy, drippy, cheese-like mass of bean curd which is inherently tasteless and odorless (to a degree; I think it has a subtle characteristic taste and odor) and has the capacity of absorbing other flavors easily. Prepared properly (which in my experience means "soaked in salty soy sauce or sesame oil and then fried") it tastes pretty good. Prepared improperly (which is the way I've usually done it) it tastes somewhere between paste and clay.

I'm glad Lauren didn't single out Larry Legume. I had a lentil in mind when I said that, and I think I would be obligated to make and photograph an actual model. (Lentils, by the way, are about 5 millimeters across.)

Fall Festival, Sunday November 6th

If you're within a reasonable distance of Nanticoke, PA (located in lovely Northeastern Pennsylvania just off Interstate 81; our leaves are AT PEAK COLOR RIGHT NOW, so don't miss them!) this Sunday, November 6th, please come to the St. Mary's Fall Festival. It's being held from 11:00 AM to 5:00 PM in our school hall, located at 1030 South Hanover Street in Nanticoke. (It's the highest point in town, you can't miss it!) In addition to all the stuff described above, you'll get to see the little red brick school where I attended grades K-8, you'll have a chance to win great stuff at the Chinese Auction (including the Get Well Soon basket!), and you may even get to meet ME!

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Some seriously misdirected mail

I received both of these book club mailings this weekend. One is for American Compass, "The Conservative Alternative." The other is Black Expressions, "Getting connected through books."

A note to anyone who may be wondering: I am neither Black nor a Conservative, at least not in the sense that the term "Conservative" is used by those who embrace the authors featured in American Compass. One of the cover quotes is from that freaky skank Ann Coulter: "I am often asked if I still think we should invade their countries, kill their leaders, and convert them to Christianity. The answer is: Now more than ever." This is from her book How To Talk To A Liberal (If You Must). Her previous books had apparently self-descriptive titles like Treason and Slander; I rather hoped she would continue the series with books like Nutjob and Freaky-Looking Skank.

I didn't immediately toss both mailings because I thought it might be instructive to see what's being offered by both books. Black Expressions is not too enlightening, beyond Is Bill Cosby Right?, a response to a controversial speech given by Bill Cosby which "challenges Cosby's comments - and questions his commitment - to the black poor."

American Compass is more interesting. At first glance, it becomes immediately obvious that many of these books have one thing in common: a red, white, and blue color scheme. Zell Miller's cover photo from his book A Deficit of Decency is apparently one of the few available where he doesn't look like his head is about to explode with rage: the same photo is used twice on the cover of the flyer (one of those times it is flipped left-right, a major graphic arts no-no) and twice on page 4, as a background photo immediately above an image of his book. Judge Roy "Ten Ton Commandments" Moore is featured on page 8. Oh, and surprise, surprise: the Cons love the new Pope, formerly the ultra-conservative Cardinal Ratzinger.

I'll end with another cover quote, this one from Michael Medved's Right Turns: "...conservatives (sic) aren't just more astute and practical than their liberal counterparts, they are also happier, more fulfilled in their lives and their work."

Really? I'd say Mr. Medved has got that completely backwards. The conservatives I know are generally angry and miserable most of the time; during brief moments of clarity they are deeply conflicted. The most astute and practical people I know are liberals. And the happiest people I know are, too.

More car stuff

Some updates on my poor little car:

- I was able to get the hood open by following a friend's advice: have one person pull on the hood release while another presses down on the location of the hood latch. This worked right away. I then followed his next piece of advice, which was "WD-40 the hell out of the latch." It opens fine now.

- I took my car in to the service station last week to have the roaring/rattling noise investigated anyway. They told me I need a new head pipe, which is the thing that connects the exhaust system to the engine. They found me an aftermarket model - the life expectancy of this car is now measured in months, not years, so I don't need something that will last ten times longer than the car itself - and scheduled the installation for yesterday.

- On a hunch I checked my oil this Saturday, which is something I foolishly haven't been doing as often as I should have. It was halfway between "Full" and "Low", even though I just had it changed a month or so ago. I took it to Jiffy Lube to get it topped off. I'll get a full service after all this other stuff is taken care of.

- Yesterday I took my car in to get the head pipe replaced and they discovered they need to replace the muffler, too - otherwise upon removing the head pipe the rest of the exhaust system will crumble away. I trust these guys, sort of, as much as I trust anyone, which is less than I'd like to. But I expected this outcome.

They didn't have a muffler in stock - most places don't keep parts for 1996 Toyota Tercels in stock - but they're hoping to have one in today. Again, an aftermarket piece - I don't need a Lifetime Warranty on a piece when a duct tape patch would probably last a "lifetime." Unfortunately, I'm now spending twice as much as I had hoped to get this little problem resolved. I hope this is the last necessary repair before I get a new car in the Spring.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

MTV and Supreme Court nominees

"I never listen to any music that's on MTV."

That comment is itself a hopelessly outdated one, but let me explain. Once upon a time, there was a premium cable channel called MTV. The "M" stood for "Music", specifically things called "music videos", little mini-movies built around songs. MTV, when it first started out in the early 1980's, showed these "music videos" nearly all day and all night. People ate it up. "I want my MTV!" was a chant taught to the public by MTV, telling us to demand that our local cable suppliers carry the radical new channel.

That was a long time ago. Over the years, non-music-video programs crept into the schedule. An early reality show called "The Real World." Another called "Road Rules." A game show called "Remote Control." And more, and more, until today MTV shows about 12 minutes of music videos each day.

In the years between its birth and its conversion to 95% non-music programming, MTV played music videos. Some shows featured specialized music - "Yo! MTV Raps" addressed the lack of black music on the network in the late 80's. "Headbanger's Ball" featured heavy metal music. "Alternative Nation" and "120 Minutes" showcased obscure Alternative acts like Nirvana and My Bloody Valentine and They Might Be Giants. But for the most part, MTV played Pop music.

Insipid, overplayed Pop music.

So MTV got a reputation: most of what it played sucked. If your song was on MTV and not ghettoized in one of the specialty programs, your music probably sucked, too. Even if it was good, it would probably be overplayed to the point of suckage.

So bands like The Verve and The Eels got tarred with the same brush as all the other crap on MTV. "I never listen to any music that's on MTV," people would declare, feeling that this was a mark of their good taste in music.

"Then you're letting MTV dictate what music you do listen to," I would retort.

They would usually walk away, shaking their heads at my poor, deluded foolishness.

A lot of Liberals had no real sense of who Harriet Miers was when Bush selected her to be his nominee to replace Sandra Day O'Connor. Of course, she was probably a bad choice - look at the idiot who had picked her. And she clearly was lacking in judicial experience, having never been a judge, but that was not without precedent.

But the thing that interested Liberals the most about Harriet Miers was how much she pissed off the Far Right. A great howl rose up across the land as the ultra-conservative machine that had railroaded an unqualified candidate into the position of President not once, but twice, by the slimmest of margins, now turned on that candidate. This nominee had not met their most important qualification: she was not firmly and undoubtedly set against Roe v. Wade. She failed their litmus test, and they were filled with wrath.

The Wingnuts were howling. And this cheered the Liberals.

In time, Bush buckled, and flip-flopped on the issue as he had on so many before. Darnit, he said, if those mean old Democrats in the Senate are going to demand confidential communications between me and my White House Counsel, well, forget about it, I'll just withdraw her name. Never mind that this was not yet an issue. That was the face-saving excuse he used so he would not have to acknowledge that his nominee had been blocked by his own side.

Now Bush had an opportunity to nominate someone who all sides could find acceptable. Someone who could finally let him start to make good on his old rhetoric about being "a uniter, not a divider."

Nothin' doing. Instead he decided to appease his base by nominating Samuel Alito, an extreme conservative whose positions frequently have been not just outside of the mainstream of American thought, but have often been directly in opposition to decisions reached by the Supreme Court. And he is someone who does pass the Roe v. Wade litmus test. Anti-Choice forces (they may call themselves "Pro-Life", but their concern for "life" begins at conception and ends at birth - from that point, baby, you're on your own) are already rubbing their hands in gleeful anticipation of seeing Roe v. Wade quickly overturned by a 5-4 decision.

And religious extremists like James Dobson of the politico-religious group that calls itself "Focus On The Family" are well pleased:

"Perhaps the most encouraging early indication that Judge Alito will make a great justice is that liberal senators such as Harry Reid and Charles Schumer and leftist pressure groups such as People for the American Way and Planned Parenthood have been lining up all day to scream that the sky is falling. Any nominee who so worries the radical left is worthy of serious consideration."
To be sure, anything that cheers a religious extremist like James Dobson should scare the hell out of anyone who cares about crazy notions like liberty, freedom, and separation of Church and State. But regardless of which side you're on, you probably shouldn't let the dismay the other side is feeling dictate how pleased you are about a nominee for the Supreme Court. You might be right. But you might also just be letting MTV dictate what music you do listen to.