In case you had forgotten just how hostile to core liberties Republicanism now is: Gingrich implies that all Obama officials who once acted as pro bono lawyers for terror suspects have no place in government. Notice in this diatribe how he has no term for "terror suspects". All captured terror suspects in his eyes are terrorists, and never given a chance to prove otherwise. We tend to assume that the worst of the Cheney abuses is over. Not if an unreconstructed GOP gets back to power.
Depressing Christmas Songs, Ctd
A reader writes:
"The Christmas Shoes" by NewSong by far is the most depressing Christmas song. It’s a story about a poor boy who wishes desperately to buy a shiny new pair of shoes for his mother who is going to die and “meet Jesus tonight” in the hospital on Christmas Eve. I think there was a made for TV movie starring Rob Lowe based on the same general theme.
This made it, I think, in last year's Cristmas hathos contest. Puke-inducing lyrics after the jump:
It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line
Tryin' to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood
Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously
Pacing 'round like little boys do
And in his hands he held a pair of shoes
His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe
And when it came his time to pay
I couldn't believe what I heard him say
Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight
He counted pennies for what seemed like years
Then the cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here"
He searched his pockets frantically
Then he turned and he looked at me
He said Mama made Christmas good at our house
Though most years she just did without
Tell me Sir, what am I going to do,
Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes
So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out
I'll never forget the look on his face when he said
Mama's gonna look so great
Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight
I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love
As he thanked me and ran out
I knew that God had sent that little boy
To remind me just what Christmas is all about
Atheists Are Banned From Public Office, Ctd
A reader writes:
When the Constitution and the Bill of Rights were adopted, nine states had religious tests for officeholders and several still had established churches. No one thought that the limits imposed on the federal government applied to the states. There is a good discussion of this subject in Chapter 16 of Gordon Wood’s superb Empire of Liberty, with specific information in the text preceding footnote 13 about the tests then in force. It was only after the passage of the Fourteenth Amendment that the First Amendment’s guarantee of free exercise of religion could be found to apply to the states. It was on that basis that religious tests for officeholders were found by a unanimous Supreme Court to be unconstitutional in a 1961 decision, Torcaso v. Watkins.
Obsolete constitutional provisions don’t repeal themselves; they live on, useless and ignored, like vestigial organs.
Many state constitutions are difficult to amend, often requiring a supermajority of the voters. So it should be no surprise that religious tests still exist on paper in a few places, ignored by everyone with sense. I respect Rachel Maddow, but I respect her a little less after watching this segment. A few religious zealots propose to enforce one of these tests in one town, and she treats it as a serious threat to religious freedom. Those people’s lawyers will tell them they will be wasting their time and money if they sue, and the ACLU will be on the case if they try anyway. It’s not that I think Maddow was wrong to discuss the matter, but she handled it in the shocked and sensationalized way Fox News would handle a story about a child sent home from school for wearing a religious symbol. We don’t need a trumped-up War on Atheism to go with the trumped-up War on Christmas. In addition, I can’t help but think that Maddow was being disingenuous when acted surprised that these state religious tests could exist despite the no-religious-test clause and supremacy clause of the U.S. Constitution. She must know that the illegality of these tests has been settled law since Torcaso based on the First and Fourteenth Amendments. That doesn’t make the words disappear, but it should discourage this kind of “ain’t it awful!” reporting on a real new channel.
Descending On Qom
Montazeri's burial today at the Ma'asoumeh shrine is drawing Iranians far and wide:
The event threatened to turn into a security nightmare for the authorities amid reports that thousands were travelling from as far away as Isfahan and Najafabad, Montazeri's birthplace. Reformist websites reported that the road between Tehran and Qom was clogged with motorists heading to the funeral. Riot police were deployed throughout Qom in preparation for a mass turnout of anti-government demonstrators, while security forces surrounded Montazeri's house. The reformist website Rah-e Sabz reported that some political activists had been contacted by intelligence agents and warned that they would face arrest if they tried to attend the funeral.
The regime has also jammed the BBC's Persian TV signal. For another look at Montazeri's centrality to Iranian politics, Tehran Bureau has composed a lengthy obituary.
(Photo: AMIR HESAMI—AFP/GETTY IMAGES)
The View From Your Window
Washington, DC, 12.03 am
What Gay Also Looks Like
Yes, rugby is a rough and dirty sport. It's also now a gay one. Gareth Thomas, above, just came out in Britain, another landmark for inclusion and equality in a major sport in Europe. Thomas comes out as an active player, which is somewhat ballsier than in retirement. It's hard to express what this means in such a man's sport as rugby. But it's a big deal.
Quote For The Day
"Arrogant&Naive2say man overpwers nature. Earth saw clmate chnge4 ions;will cont 2 c chnges.R duty2responsbly devlop resorces4humankind/not pollute&destroy;but cant alter naturl chng," – Sarah Palin, commenting on Copenhagen.
In office, she took climate change seriously – or at least purported to. But in order to become a leader of the fundamentalist religious movement that is now the GOP, she has to invoke the Inhofe position that "God is still up there" and that any attempt to conserve our planetary inheritance is not wise stewardship but a kind of arrogant blasphemy. Insofar as Palin is able to understand these issues, she favors more oil drilling but no pollution. Yes, I know. But I have long since stopped trying to engage Palin rationally, because there is nothing rational or reality-based to engage with.
But the interesting aspect is her insistence that any attempt to mitigate climate change or develop new non-carbon energy sources is some kind of arrogance and naivete – as if the massive growth in human carbon use in the past two centuries was the divine norm for aeons. The point, however, is a classically fundaentalist one: is to posit their contemporary grip on reality as an eternal and unchanging reality under God's control, rather than a snapshot of a constantly changing and evolving planet, affected by what happens on it and beyond it. Fundamentalist religious movements can only have religious approaches to pragmatic problems. That's why Iran has to import refined gasoline, because religious fanatics know only doctrine, not reality.
If you want that kind of government in America, you know who to vote for. The Republicans will deal with the climate according to fundamentalist Biblical principles: more oil drilling, more carbon energy, and a religoius war with Islam over these resources. If that's your vision of the future, you need to become a Republican.
God Rest Ye, Merry Gentleman
This whole idea of actually having a vacation before Christmas hell turned out to be a wondrous one. It’s been one of the best breaks I can remember, possibly because I was so wiped out beforehand. I want to thank my trusty under-bloggers, Chris and Patrick, for holding down the fort and proving yet again how this blog is now far more than my lone efforts. But a special thanks to Andrew Sprung and Conor Friedersdorf. Conor, a Dish alum, has swiftly become one of the more lucid, calm and persuasive right of 
center voices out there. Andrew’s blog is one of my secret Internet pleasures, another oasis of reason and insight in a blogosphere with plenty of emotion and propaganda. Keep up with Andrew here.
A small word about the increasingly collaborative nature of the Dish, since some strangers to the blog seem to have misunderstood its structure. This is understandable since the Dish has, since its beginning, been a consciously and continuously evolving site. Some blogs are basically now what they were when they started, and that’s a fine thing. But since this blog started when Bill Clinton was president, and since I’m a restless and curious spirit, that hasn’t happened here. The original 2000 concept – one writer sending his wisdom to the world – almost immediately succumbed to the medium. The minute I started blogging, the readers insisted on being an integral part of the project. Their contributions, emails, tips, links, harangues, praise, and criticism became a form of lodestar for the Dish. From the dissents to the window views to the email threads (“The View from Your Recession,” “It’s So Personal” on late term abortions, etc) the Dish is as much your blog as mine at this point. And it’s much stronger for it. (I recount some of this in my 2007 essay, Why I Blog.)
In the last three years at the Atlantic, I also experimented by marshaling interns to filter the web. They began by writing me memos of links I might have missed or new bloggers I couldn’t keep up with. The best and most attuned to Dishness eventually became staffers – all two of ’em – and went from memos to draft posts, which I then edited, tweaked and posted. That’s still the basic structure. But as time has gone on, and Chris and Patrick have become so skilled – the Iran coverage of last June was a genuine three-man-effort round the clock – I’ve been able to delegate some more. This coming year, I hope to evolve this concept even more to include a couple more under-bloggers.
I’m doing all this experimentally and provisionally, figuring out what works, what doesn’t, and trying to learn all the time. We’re pioneers here at the Dish and that means knowing what you don’t know. But my sense of the current intimations is that the Dish has organically evolved into an edited viewspaper, which has at its core my own take on the world, but which hopes to incorporate as many alternative views as possible in a coherent and entertaining conversation.
Is this an evolution in the idea of a “magazine” online? Who knows? What I do know is that the collaborative nature of the Dish is something I regard as a strength and something unique to the web and therefore worth exploring further in this open source medium.
If new readers are deluded at first blush in thinking that all this is the result of one man alone typing into a laptop, then they’ll soon figure out what’s going on. Should there by bylines at all times? My sense right now is not. Since almost everything goes through my frontal cortex, and very very little (and nothing substantive) appears without my clicking publish, I function as the editor and chief writer. Any editorial views published as such on this blog are therefore mine and mine alone. But the content and counter-argument are generated by the collective mind of the readers, under-bloggers and the rest of the blogosphere. I think it’s cleaner and simpler not to clutter the blog up with bylines, and to retain its identity as one single narrative conversation. As long as you’re transparent about that, and we have been, I see no problem.
In fact, this is what magazines used to be in the good old ancient days. Think of the Economist, one of the few old magazines to have retained its by-line-free content. No one believes that everything is written by one person; but it is all part of collective effort ultimately overseen by one editor. It was like that when it started and it retains a simplicity and coherence that other magazines do not have. Its point is the content not the authorship, like our emails, which have always been anonymous. An online blogazine will never be quite like that, since it’s far more open-source, but I like the idea of importing a classic magazine form into a new medium (remember when the New Yorker’s Talk of the Town was also non-by-lined and when TNR was largely one unsigned editorial after another?). No one else is doing the web quite like this – evolving a one-person blog into a collaborative but edited news and views stream – and it may all end in tears; but the reason I jumped into this medium a decade ago was to experiment in ways I couldn’t elsewhere. Ten years in, the Dish is still experimenting, and I’d get bored and move on if it weren’t. As we add new under-bloggers and mature as an organization, we’ll be as transparent as feasible without somewhat solipsistic posts like this one appearing too often.
Plans are still fluid and provisional, but the next year could take the Dish to a new level and in a new direction; and if I can find a way to do that without driving myself to exhaustion, I will. In fact, finding a way to share this burden is the only way a single human being can continue to do this at this pace for this long. The principle will be as it always has: a pursuit of the intimations within the medium, executed very gradually and transparently. It’s an adventure. And I hope you’ll stay with us for the ride ahead.
(Darwin poster by Mikero.)
Good night, Dish
by Andrew Sprung
Time to sign off. Blogging here at the Dish this week has been a joy to me, and I hope of some use or pleasure to readers. Please stop in at my blog, xpostfactoid, and let me know your thoughts.
Many thanks to Andrew, who I hope returns recharged, and to Patrick and Chris for working my posts into the flow while keeping things lively all week.
Depressing Christmas Songs, Ctd
by Chris Bodenner
A reader writes:
My all-time favorite, because it is both an amazing song and amazingly depressing, is Prince's "Another Lonely Christmas." The narrator is mourning the loss of his lover seven years prior on Christmas Day. Terribly depressing. And yet, it rocks incredibly hard.
Another writes:
Has special meaning to me, as my mother passed away on December 28, 1984, three days after Christmas. I well up almost every time I hear it.
I couldn't find a video for the song, but here is a link to an audio version. The video above is a different song by a very different artist, but it hits the same basic theme. Lyrics for the Prince version after the jump:
Last night I spent another lonely Christmas
Darling, darling, U should've been there
Cuz all the ones I dream about
U are the one that makes my love shout
U see, U are the only one I care 4
Remember the time we swam naked in your father's pool
Boy, he was upset that night
But boy, was that ever cool
Remember that night we played pokeno 4 money
And U robbed me blind
Remember how U used 2 scream so loud cuz U…
U hated that number 9
Hey, I saw your sister skatin' on the lake this afternoon
Good heaven, how she's grown
She swoons the boy skaters cuz she's so tall
But of all your father's children
All your father's children, baby
U know U are the finest of them all
U are brighter than the northern star and I…
Last night I spent another lonely Christmas
Darling, darling, U, U should've been there
Cuz U see, of all the ones I dream about
U are the one that makes my love shout
U see, U are the only one I care 4, listen
Do U still like banana daiquiris
boy we used 2 get so touched
U use 2 get so horny
U'd make me leave the lights on
I'd pay money just 2 C
your happy dancin silouette upon the pier
Sometimes I think I hear U smilin
Sometimes I think your here
I find myself holding every pillow
N the bed U and I used 2 share
Last night I spent another lonely Christmas
Darling U shouldn't B
U shouldn't B there, cuz U C
Last night I spent another lonely Christmas
Darling, darling, U, U should've been there
Cuz U see, of all the ones I dream about
U are the one that makes my love shout
U see, U are the only one I care 4, yeah
My mama used 2 say always trust your lover
But now I guess that only applies 2 her
Cuz baby, U promised me
Baby, U promised me U'd never leave
Then U died on the 25th day of December
Oh baby, last night, oh, I spent another lonely, lonely Christmas
Darling, baby, U, U should've been there
Cuz all the ones I dream about
U are the one that makes my love shout
U see, U are the only one I care 4, yeah
Your father said it was pneumonia
Your mother said it was stress
But the doctor said U were dead and I…
I say it's senseless
Every Christmas night 4 7 years now
I drink banana daiquiris till I'm blind
As long as I can hear U smiling, baby
U won't hear my tears
Another lonely Christmas is mine, yeah, mine, yeah
Another lonely Christmas is mine
Last night, yeah, I spent another lonely, lonely Christmas
Darling, darling, U should've been there, yeah
Cuz all the ones I dream about
U are the one that make my love shout
U see, U are the only one I care 4
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