Monday, February 27, 2006

Yet Another Drug War Victory

This time, in what may yet send the menace of dreadlocked, Deadhead evildoers reeling into its last throes, a five year federal investigation culminates in this:

http://www.phishhook.com/board/viewtopic.php?t=550448

Exhibit A: A house. With plants in it. Evil ones. Sleep soundly tonight.

In all seriousness, realize that whomever runs this horticultural terror cell will probably spend a good few years in prison. Prisons are awfully expensive to build and maintain, and of course, the entire cost diffuses to many, many people who are probably more deterred from marijuana use by its association with hirsute, ne'er-do-well hippies than by its criminal ostracism. If I were to dictate justice, instead of imprisoning the offenders, I'd say the government ought instead to compensate them for the burden of having to build an elaborate underground facility to hide a bunch of plants from the government. Crime doesn't pay. But if this is crime prevention, than crime prevention steals.

But I don't run things. This genius does. And of course, this is against the law. And we are, after all, a nation of laws and not of men. Right?

(hat tip Andrew Sullivan)

Monday, February 20, 2006

The Fracas in Caracas

The normally composed and reserved Hugo Chavez now eloquently puts the Secretary of State in her place.

No word as of yet on what Secretary Rice has to say about the Venezuelan socialist's babymama.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Pot, Meet Kettle

Over at the Volokh Conspiracy, David Bernstein quotes Antonin Scalia's take on the argument of flexibility (sometimes called the "living Constitution argument") as saying that one "would have to be an idiot to believe that."

Really, Justice Scalia?

In other schadenfreude-related news, according to a 2005 FindLaw survey, "only 43% of adult Americans can name at least one justice" on the Supreme Court. The highest name recognition went to O'Connor, the second to my personal favorite, Justice Thomas. I'm certain that had everything to do with his brilliant dissent in Raich, and nothing to do with his potty mouth.