Thursday, November 25, 2010

The New Imperialism

 If you believe that terrorists have US domestic legal rights, you must, by logical extension, believe that the US has the right to enforce its own domestic laws on foreign peoples, in foreign lands. This is of course, the very cornerstone of imperialism, and as such contradicts the entirety of US (And English common law) legal precedent.



"Judge A. Raymond Randolph spoke military detentions and trials, focusing primarily on recent Guantanamo Bay detainee’s trials. He argued that detainees did not have the right to habeas corpus and talked about his judicial decision that overturned a district court granting a Yememi man freedom and the right to habeas corpus."

http://www.c-spanvideo.org/program/296127-1

(It's an hour long, but worth every minute. Judge Randolph's sound, logical dissection of the Steven's Courts GITMO decision is powerful to say the least.)

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Michigan, Again.

Sunset Along The Eastern Shores Of Lake Michigan
Many times I have left this state in search of greener pastures. Although admittedly, not in many years. Wife, children, and property ownership tend to settle a man down, anchor him in one place. Not that I'm complaining. In fact this 'domestication' over the last several years has tempered some of the, shall we say, rougher aspects of my personality.

Being here of late is a kind of continuous de-javu. See, when I was just a little Philo, stealing my Dad's beer's off the picknick table and running the streets of the trailer park, things were much like they are now. There was no work. No one had any money. Mom's worked gardens, and Dad's, well Dad's were often gone for six months or more out of state for work. I don't know if the houses were empty, but the trailers sure as hell weren't. There's little mobility for people who can't afford to keep the propane tank full.

Looking around this small slice Earth that I can call my own, I'm saddened by the realization that my children are growing up in a similar environment, (economically that is) that I did. We have lot's of neighbors where Dad's out of state for months at a time working. The food banks have long run dry. Even the churches have stopped their weekly advertisements for food and clothing. But we survive. We look out for each other. And life isn't so bad for us as it is for many.

Still, I listen for some inspiring speech, or ad, heralding the arrival of just the right kind of leader. "It's morning in America..." That gave me goosebumps even as a kid. I didn't know the Republic from a roll of quarters, but I knew, I felt, that it was right and good and that there was hope, if we just held the line a little longer.

I don't hear that now. Maybe I don't have the right kind of ears to hear it anymore. Maybe it's just not true anymore. Maybe the time just isn't right.  And that has planted a seed in my head. A thought that's been churning there all day. Maybe it's a quote from some text long forgotten. Maybe it's a revelation. Maybe it's just a truth that anyone who's willing to be honest with themselves can see:


"Of the Republic's greatness,
There can be no doubt.
But whom here can truly say,
It is her sunrise at which we marvel,
And not her sunset?"


Tuebor,
Philo

A Republic By Any Other Name....


So, a long, slow, and nasty period here at The Republic appears to be fading. A time most obviously associated with a profound lack of writing, and finally taken to the logic conclusion of blog neglect: I forgot The Republic's password. Please hold your chuckles till the end.

Of course, I never intended to abandon this little corner of the Ether. In fact, I've spent a good deal of time over the last month or so playing around with the various passwords I have used for both this blog and my Gmail account (also forgotten).

But today I had an epiphany, which often happens if I let something rot in my brain-bucket long enough. So here we are again, you and I, and The Republic. I aim to do some serious writing on here. Sometimes daily little observations, sometimes big pieces.

Thanks to those of you who have not forgotten this place, and have continues to check in over the last couple months. I wish the interwebs were a different place, one where I could explain the reasons behind my prolonged neglect. But it is not. Suffice it to say, those of you, who like I, are fathers and husbands would understand completely. Of that I assure you.

Now, there is much to be done.

Tuebor,
Philo

Eureka!

I've done it. I finally cracked my own pitiful password and regained control of this little corner of the interwebs. Posts soon to follow.