Elections are supposed to be decided by voters on election day, not by judges later on. But once state and local courts inject themselves into post-election controversies, without any legal justification, the only institution that can get rid of their interference is the Supreme Court of the United States.
One of my favorite bands, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, recently penned an ode to "Californication." The term refers to the spread of the Golden State's worst attributes: smog, strip malls, drive-bys, and celebrity worship. "It's understood that Hollywood sells Californication," the Chili Peppers sing.
For the Democrats, Saturday's Supreme Court decision was a gut-blow. The rage, the pain, the betrayal, the barely veiled threats to take to the streets, to delegitimize the Supreme Court, or at least deprive it of its cherished "moral authority" were no ploy.
It is the end of the Clinton era, and finally the Boy President has done something I approve of. He left the country. Now if he will just stay in Ireland, I shall be happy and so will the entire country. The Independent Counsel will not have to indict.
Windmills and candles and warm woolen mittens. Staticky sparks from the fur of small kittens. Campfires and solar panels and thermal paddings. These are a few of the favorite things that radical environmentalists would rather rely on for warmth, light, and electricity than the modern power plant.
Like liberal judges, liberal journalists are profoundly results-oriented. When it comes to jurisprudence, it matters little (if at all) whether a ruling properly reflects legal precedent or procedure. The driving concern is political, as in: Did our side win yet?
Commentators are wringing their hands with consternation over whether the nation can heal. That is the wrong question. The question is whether Al Gore and his forces will ever lay down their arms. Wounds cannot heal when they are constantly being re-injured.
In a better world, George W. Bush would have gone before the Florida Supreme Court and asked for a statewide recount of all Florida ballots under reasonable, uniform standards. That would be in a better world; in this world, that Better Bush would be a fool.
It was bad enough that the brief celebration by Al Gore's camp was unexpectedly spoiled Saturday when the long-sought manual vote count was halted after a few hours. Even worse, it was stopped by the driving force of liberal activism for the past half-century: the federal judiciary.
Just because the door is closing, every legitimate legal process available to you has been shut down, Warren Christopher has returned to his formaldehyde jar, David Boies is getting hives, and even Alan Dershowitz has finally admitted that your cause is hopeless, this is no time to quit if you care about your country.
Some books are good, some are bad, but very few are real gems. One of these few gems is the recently published book "The Mystery of Capital" by Hernando de Soto. The subtitle tells what it is really about: "Why Capitalism Triumphs in the West and Fails Everywhere Else."
We are once again in the midst of a great wave of overheated racial rhetoric. Jesse Jackson, of course, is out in front. Black voters didn't double-vote, mismark ballots or run into any normal election day foul-ups.
On Dec. 5, the stock market had one of its best days ever, as it appeared that George W. Bush had finally overcome Al Gore's increasing petulant obstacles to the presidency, and Federal Reserve Chairman Alan Greenspan indicated that he might finally be willing to loosen his monetary stranglehold on the economy.
WASHINGTON -- Republican leaders are anxious that Republican Strom Thurmond and not Democrat Robert Byrd will be president pro-tem of the Senate on Jan. 7 when the electoral votes for president are counted in what might be a two-vote victory by George W. Bush over Al Gore.