Confidential to the Supreme Court/Congress

When heads of corporations have to school the courts and congress on the damage corporate campaign donations do, perhaps the system's a little bit broken?

And by the by, if the court was hoping for a way to further marginalize and discourage people from voting, they've hit the mother lode.

I am pleased to note that Justice Stevens seems to have gotten under Chief Justice Roberts's skin just a weeeee bit on the matter of how the corporate fundraising decision was reached, which makes me wonder if perhaps some modicum of of shame lurks beneath all the pro-corporation rah-rah covered by Roberts' robes.

And a letter writer to the NY Times this morning suggested that, rather than fundraising, congressmembers should simply sell naming rights to their seats, so that, for example, the junior senator from North Carolina would be called The Bank of America senator--at least for the term of the naming right.

I sometimes feel like I'm living in a dystopian novel.

Party Tonight at My House!

That is, if you're 14 and you're friends with Avocado.

It's spa night. The goodie bags (thanks to Big Lots and some ingenuity) are fabulous. The menu is elaborate (pasta bar featuring three kinds of pasta, two kinds of sauce, meatballs, sautéd chicken; Caesar salad; garlic bread; and gelato for dessert. The mayhem will very likely be severe. They'll be up to all hours. I'll have to help wash their hair (after they've put hair masques on and created their own facials out of avocados and honey...). And with other people's kids in the house, I can't drink heavily (in case of emergency, not because I'm afraid of startling the cattle--tomorrow night, of course, is another matter). Think of me and the Spouse, cowering in our rooms.