Welcome back to political blog theater. I’m your host, BostonJoe. Boo veterans know well the catharsis that can be served here at political blog theater. Remember the unforgettable Bush War Crimes Trial conducted right here at the Booman Tribune.
And since the Alito confirmation hearings have been such a circus in their own right, for today’s political blog theater, I thought we could have our own Alito confirmation hearings. I’ll be playing the role of Judge Alito. So bombs away fellow Boo Tribbers, er, I mean Senators.
I’d plead that some of the old hats got the role of Senate Judiciary Committee Chairman. Maybe a Ductape Fatwa. Or a Blueneck. Or some hippie that rages. Janet Dammit. I don’t care. Really, channeling Alito, the Senate has its own rules (though I won’t respect them against the awesome power of the executive) so it is up to them to decide on how to play for the cameras and make me look mainstream, er, I mean, question me harshly.
The real BostonJoe is headed to a meeting with an independent film-maker re: Direct Actions. But I’ll be back sometime in the mid-afternoon. So if Senators get impatient and demand answers before then, by all means pick your own Alito for awhile. I mean what does it really take. Stuffed shirt. Probably a white guy with a sense of privilege would help — less of a stretch for the actor anyway.
Okay. I’m out. Fun people. It is 50 in January and our country has the strange smell of starched brown shirts. Smiles damnit.
Adios.
