"I never expect to see a perfect work from imperfect man."
"The result of the deliberations of all collective bodies must necessarily be a compound, as well of the errors and prejudices, as of the good sense and wisdom, of the individuals of whom they are composed. The compacts which are to embrace thirteen distinct States in a common bond of amity and union, must as necessarily be a compromise of as many dissimilar interests and inclinations. How can perfection spring from such materials?"
I just finished reading The Federalist Papers, which I've been reading at the rate of two or so per week, every week, since the first week of 3L year last September. :) Federalist #84 is about why we don't need a Bill of Rights in the proposed Constitution and why the federal government wouldn't be hideously expensive and in fact would induce quite a savings in state government expenditures. Oh Hamilton, you kittenish thing you. But he did point out in #85, the last Paper, that we could just go back and amend the ratified Constitution later, and that worked out okay. As to the first point, anyway.
Now I'm gonna spend three hours doing a half-day practice exam (100 multiple choice questions), and then I'm going to my bar study buddy Alyssa's house for a big party! We've got a set for bocce ball (aka boules), and to counteract the suspiciously European nature of that game, we've got a Slip'n'Slide. We're gonna do a grill-out and have a lot of beer (thanks to Amendment #21), and see what we can see when it's fireworks time.
As my old roommate Rich said, "Fourth of July: It's like a holiday version of The Man Show."
Hooray for our tripartite form of republican government, the armed forces, women, factory workers, farmers, teachers at all levels, and public servants; and also the ACLU, the Jehovah's Witnesses, the robber barons, Howard the Dolphin, pornographers, fringe political parties, abortion doctors, gonzo journalists, and oppressed minorities who got the shit kicked out of them, inter many alia, for making this country what it is today. And here's to passing the bar so I can dedicate my career to fixing the fucked-up parts.
I just finished reading The Federalist Papers, which I've been reading at the rate of two or so per week, every week, since the first week of 3L year last September. :) Federalist #84 is about why we don't need a Bill of Rights in the proposed Constitution and why the federal government wouldn't be hideously expensive and in fact would induce quite a savings in state government expenditures. Oh Hamilton, you kittenish thing you. But he did point out in #85, the last Paper, that we could just go back and amend the ratified Constitution later, and that worked out okay. As to the first point, anyway.
Now I'm gonna spend three hours doing a half-day practice exam (100 multiple choice questions), and then I'm going to my bar study buddy Alyssa's house for a big party! We've got a set for bocce ball (aka boules), and to counteract the suspiciously European nature of that game, we've got a Slip'n'Slide. We're gonna do a grill-out and have a lot of beer (thanks to Amendment #21), and see what we can see when it's fireworks time.
As my old roommate Rich said, "Fourth of July: It's like a holiday version of The Man Show."
Hooray for our tripartite form of republican government, the armed forces, women, factory workers, farmers, teachers at all levels, and public servants; and also the ACLU, the Jehovah's Witnesses, the robber barons, Howard the Dolphin, pornographers, fringe political parties, abortion doctors, gonzo journalists, and oppressed minorities who got the shit kicked out of them, inter many alia, for making this country what it is today. And here's to passing the bar so I can dedicate my career to fixing the fucked-up parts.