While posters about sex scandals take pride of place in this illustrated edition, you’ll find more here than just the sordid state of our nation.
Today’s Bookworm Beat is about inspired people and uninspiring, even creepy, politicians. It’s not all good, but it’s all interesting.
I prefer to think of myself as “helpful” rather than as a “pushover.” No matter the word, though, when certain people (children, spouse, clients, neighbors, siblings) say “jump,” my usual response is “how high?” I’ve been doing a lot of jumping lately, which explains the paucity of blogging.
It’s not all working for others, though. Some of what put a temporary break on my blogging is an existential ennui about the state of American politics. I’m quite pleased with what President Donald Trump has been doing in office, but I’m royally sickened by the utterly irrational hatred directed against him.
Even as the American media claims Trump is the world’s laughingstock because he fed fish wrong (he didn’t) or walked away from a tumbling leader (whom he couldn’t see) or incorrectly drank bottled water (there’s a correct way?), the rest of the world sees a quite effective leader who is helping reinstate America’s position in the world. More than that, I have a strong suspicion that, following the worldwide disasters following the Obama “lead from behind” vacuum, most nations will be happy to see America protecting Western civilization once again.
I did have one marginally interesting insight after discussing with a friend the fact that Franklin Roosevelt, a child of incredible privilege, was a hardcore socialist whose economic policies dragged the Depression out for almost an entire decade. FDR, I told my friend, is a reminder that, in America, Leftism is a disease of the upper classes. They are arrogant enough to believe that, if they control the levers of power, they can solve all America’s problems.
The rest of this post will be links to other stuff. Let me start with two links that carry with them the promise of creating better, strong young men and women in America.
Raising money for a good cause. The first link is to a fundraising request from Colonel George Bristol (USMC, Retired). Bristol, having served our country for 38 years, is now the headmaster of a small, classical Christian school. Before I get to his request, let me say that the friend who referred me to the fundraising page served under the Colonel and says that there are few finer men in America.
The school Bristol heads is an intellectually challenging, morally demanding environment that must compete for funding with other private institutions. It’s ironic, really, that America’s hard-Left, routinely-failing public schools have taxpayer money thrown at them, thanks to all-powerful teachers’ unions that use mandatory union dues to buy politicians who vote them raises. Meanwhile schools that make a difference struggle. But that’s the world in which we — and the Colonel’s school — live.
Bristol’s fundraiser asks that you believe in him as he believes in his school:
I am now 59 years old – and in the words of my friend and physical trainer of professionals Pavel Tsatsouline, Colonel George Bristol is “a hard man with very high mileage. He will never quit on a mission.” That statement is true, and I am committed to this community here at Whitefish Christian Academy – and my part of the mission is clear.
On 8 December 2017, I will execute a workout of 3000 repetitions to fund raise for families and teachers of our school. The exercise list will include all of the traditional exercises that I do here with our students: Pushups; Leg Raises; Kettlebell Swings; Dumbbell Clean and Press; Farmers Walk with 80 Pound Sandbag; Jump Rope; Indian Clubs; and the TRX Suspension Trainer. I will execute it in one workout session. This workout is one I taught a group of the students as part of a program called the Ministry of Strength that I initiated when I took over as Headmaster. My part of the mission is to give my all for this community. Giving my all to a worthy cause is something I learned in the Marine Corps. That is my part of the mission.
I got exhausted just reading about the Colonel’s planned exercise circuit. And here’s how you, if you have a little extra change lying around, can help:
Help me complete this mission. Help me by contributing to this group. Your contribution will give you a tax credit as per the 501C(3) status of my school. Any amount of money you can give will go EXCLUSIVELY to teacher and student scholarship. I am looking to raise $10,000.00 to give several families the ability to remain here. Time starts right now. You have my solemn word – as a Marine and a man – that every dollar contributed will go DIRECTLY to those in need.
Generous people have ensured that Bristol has already raised almost $12,000 for his school, but you know that whatever excess money doesn’t get used up this year will be used next year. So, as I said, if you have a little change lying around, it’s a good thing to seed the next generation of educated, moral people. Without them, what’s America to do?
Training Marines to be good, rather than telling them not to be bad. As you all know, as a parent, I subscribe with absolute fervor to a “Catch them being good” philosophy (which you can read about here). Indeed, I bring this philosophy to every area of my life. As part of my journey from insecure, verbally vicious, judgmental young bitch, to fairly secure, usually quite nice middle-aged lady, I’ve learned that appealing to people’s best instincts, rather than scolding them for their worst, is a marvelously effective way to get things done — and to do so with honor and good cheer.
No wonder, then, that I loved an article that my friend Sergeant Major Michael Burke of the United States Marine Corps wrote for the U.S. Naval Institute. I can summarize the article briefly — it urges the Pentagon to stop drowning Marines in endless, repetitive classes warning them away from all sorts of (often politically correct) bad behavior, while failing utterly to give them an inspiring vision of what it means to be a Marine. [Read more…]
Sorry for the blog silence today. My time has not been my own, and that’s been true from early morning to very late at night. However, in lieu of all the blogging I wish I could have done, here is an absolutely splendid jive from Jordan Fisher and Lindsay Arnold:
As the Roy Moore drama escalates, because I distrust those doing the escalating, the new information actually makes me more disposed to believe the judge.
I’m watching with fascination the kill and then overkill with Roy Moore. The GOPers (especially McConnell, McCain, and Romney) are even more hysterical than the Progressives. I can’t figure out if this is Stockholm Syndrome on their part or if they, even more than the Progressives, fear what it would mean to have another Tea Party congress critter amongst them.
All I know is that the accusations are increasingly hysterical and egregious — and that this, rather than convincing me that they are true, has the opposite effect. Let me explain:
When Project Veritas starts small, with a mildly uncomfortable video for the Lefties, it always has lined up behind that first video an increasingly powerful arsenal of videos that highlight the falsity of the Leftists’ initial protests. Project Veritas doesn’t just accuse. Instead, it provides a constant stream of increasingly accusatory videos with real confessions and other statements against interest from the Lefties themselves.
In the case of Roy Moore, though, the Proggies (and GOPers?) are following up somewhat sleazy unsubstantiated accusations with apocalyptic unsubstantiated accusations. There are no videos, no confessions, no blue dresses. Instead, there are just old, stale charges from arguably quite unreliable sources. Rather than convincing me that Moore did something truly bad, it’s convincing me that Moore is making the wrong people very nervous.
Lefties will accuse me of double standards and no moral fiber for refusing to jump on the anti-Roy Moore express, but in determining the truth of an otherwise unsubstantiated accusation, we must always determine whether the source is reliable. When accusations against conservatives come from the completely unreliable and vicious WaPo; from a deeply damaged woman who was a drug and alcohol addict 38 years ago; from women who are Hillary or Bernie supporters; and from the exhibitionistic (but never effective) Gloria Allred via prompts to her clients, it’s hard for me to believe the accusations are credible. [Read more…]
The Left is using Hollywood sex scandals to paint all men as complicit, with the hope that guilt-ridden men remorsefully embrace Progressive ideology.
When the sex scandals first came out of Hollywood, I have to admit to wallowing in schadenfreude. After years of seeing Hollywood’s premier Leftists use their unbelievably big bully pulpit to preen themselves as self-anointed feminists, race-aware avatars, neo-peaceniks, etc. — even as they produced unbelievably ugly fare (link NSFW) — it felt good, really good, to witness them struggling to explain how they allowed abusive sexuality to run riot in their community.
Of course, it was too good to last. Leftists have hard-wired in them Rahm Emanuel’s dictum that they should never let a crisis go to waste. So it was that women all across America were encouraged to say #MeToo” and to share their stories. For the most part, these women’s stories did not involve rape or men masturbating in front of them (an exhibitionist form of sexual fantasy that seems particularly well-suited to Hollywood’s innate exhibitionism). Instead, they were about the boss who kept putting his hand on their arm or the construction workers who whistled when they walked by.
I’m not defending touchy-feely bosses or noisy construction workers. I just think there’s a difference between that icky boss and the one who says “if you want to keep this job, you’d better put out.” There’s also a difference between whistling construction workers behind a fence or balancing on beams six stories above the ground and those unnerving gangs of unemployed young men surrounding a woman on a street, making overtly sexual comments. [Read more…]
If you’ve been paying attention to Progressive tales about the Pilgrims, you won’t be surprised to learn that just about everything they tell you is wrong.
I’m reasonably well-versed in American history because I had the good fortune to learn it before the Left really got its tentacles into the subject. Still, mine is a broad, cursory knowledge, with a few misconceptions. They aren’t the hate-filled misconceptions that pass for education now, but they’re still wrong. For example, I thought that the Pilgrims were escaping persecution in both England and Holland. It turns out that wasn’t the case.
With Thanksgiving swiftly arriving, Michael Medved is here to fill in the details and get the facts right:
If you’re interested in the true story of Thanksgiving, I highly recommend Rush Limbaugh’s annual Thanksgiving narration. Relying on original source material, he explains that the Pilgrim’s almost didn’t survive to have a first Thanksgiving. Why not? Because their original approach was pure socialism — and a pure failure. [Read more…]
The difference between Roy Moore’s situation and the Hollywood story, the unreliable accuser, and the WaPo’s manifest bias, means I currently believe Moore.
Sorry for the long silence, but it’s been an all family, all the time few days, interspersed with a quick-turnaround legal research project. I’ve been a bit insulated from the news, but have not missed the claim that Judge Roy Moore molested a 14-year-old in 1979. I find myself peculiarly unconvinced that he did something wrong.
The question is whether I’m being a hypocrite, because I was so ready to accept that the Hollywood types have done wrong, while I’m currently still willing to give Roy Moore the benefit of the doubt. Here’s my reasoning, so you can see what I think and tell me if there’s merit to my argument or if I’m lying to myself. First, here are the reasons I believe that some, although perhaps not all, of the allegations about Hollywood types are true:
1. Hollywood has had a reputation as a sinful fleshpot for 100 years.
2. We know with near certainty, based upon decades of memoirs, that the casting couch was a real thing.
3. We know from looking at the Hollywood product in the last couple of decades that Hollywood has no room for conventional middle-class morality.
4. In the case of Harvey Weinstein, he was caught on a wire admitting that he’d sexually assaulted a woman — only to have the case dropped when he donated a nice sum of money to the prosecutor’s campaign fund.
5. Hollywood circled the wagons around Roman Polanski, who had pleaded guilty to drugging and sodomizing a 13-year-old. [Read more…]
Children’s literature once taught children to avoid danger and be good boys and girls; now it primes young people to accept a Progressive political agenda.
The other night I went to an event at our local independent bookstore. I, along with about thirty other women and a few men, listened to presentations about both children’s and adult’s books as potential holiday gifts.
None of the books were my cup of tea because they were all “quality literature.” Or put another way, they were all the kind of books that would end up in Oprah’s Book Club. My rule of thumb is that I will never read an Oprah-recommended book. Her taste in books and mine are so diametrically opposed that it’s a given that, if she likes it, I’ll hate it.
Oprah likes books that are artsy, meaningful, politically correct, and written in high-brow language. I like thrillers, murder mysteries, romances, and non-fiction. We do not intersect.
Because of my low-brow tastes, had I not gone to this bookstore event, I would have been unaware of the didactic material being pushed as children’s literature for the Progressive, upper-middle-class household.
When I think of didactic children’s literature, I think of fairy tales and books published between 1750 and 1850 or so. Fairy tales may not seem obviously didactic, but they are — or at least some are. Don’t talk to strangers says Little Red Riding Hood. Don’t sleep with “a prick” when you’re still young says Sleeping Beauty. Be a hard worker of good cheer says Cinderella. Don’t accept food from strangers says Snow White. Throughout the world, fairy tales urge girls to be meek and chaste while urging boys to be brave and adventurous. Those aren’t politically correct messages, but history is what it is.
In addition to the didactic fairy-tales, there were others, hundreds of others, that were directed at peasants who gathered around fires on dark nights. They had no purpose but to entertain. They were cruel, rude, licentious, amusing, and frightening. But still, there was always that subset that reinforced society’s messages about sexual roles and safety. Even though the stories weren’t directed specifically at children, the messages were.
Beginning in the late 1700s, publishers began to promote books that were, in fact, directed specifically at children. Many of the writers were religious and, of these religious writers, many subscribed to a fire and brimstone Evangelical Christianity. This was openly didactic children’s literature. In poems and prose, children were warned away from dangerous activities lest horrible things happened (fire, drowning, maiming, poverty, starvation, mad dogs, insane asylums, hangings, you name it), and they were encouraged in good behavior (sitting quietly, obeying their parents, studying their Bible, etc.). These were books of the “teach and preach” variety.
Today, when we look at these books, with their overt threats of punishment and their heavy-handed encouragement for socially- and religiously-acceptable behavior for boys and girls, we tend to laugh . . . and then congratulate ourselves on writing much more subtle, sophisticated, and enjoyable books for children. None of that heavy-handed Christian stuff for our little darlings. Our books teach them to enjoy the world around them, to play well with others, and to love politically correct causes, to admire minorities, and to fear whites. [Read more…]
I’m not usually a person who revels in Schadenfreude, but I have to say that a primal scream from Katha Pollitt against Trump-land is incredibly gratifying.
Katha Pollitt didn’t set out to write a feel-good article. In fact, she feels terrible — but it’s the reasons behind her feelings that are such good news to those of us who have, for the past many years, missed a coherent, constitutional America, with strong borders, that is also a good friend to its allies and a bad enemy to its foes.
If you’ll pardon me a few ball-spiking moments, here’s a quick rundown of the pertinent points in Katha Pollitt’s “Year One: My Anger Management” article at the New York Review of Books. I’ve interlineated my comments with her prose. I’ve also broken her lengthy paragraphs into individual sentences to make it easier to separate my comments from her complaints:
The other day, a friend of mine, a liberal Democrat, said that he had to admit his life hadn’t changed since Trump was elected. Well, I said, It’s only been eight months. Give him time!
What I wanted to say was, How nice for you. Tell it to that undocumented teenage girl who was blocked for a month from getting an abortion while held in a Texas detention center. [In other words, Pollitt is terribly upset that the Trump administration tried to stop a girl from entering the country illegally and from using taxpayer dollars to kill a child.]
Tell it to the Muslim family that a Connecticut neighbor of mine saw a white guy shouting at in the Big Y supermarket parking lot: Go back to your own country! [This is a man bites dog story. The reality is that the most trumpeted examples of anti-Muslim activity have proven to be hoaxes because real instances just don’t happen very often (or at all). This is true no matter how much the media warns us of anti-Muslim backlash every time there’s yet another “Allahu Akbar” attack.]
Tell it to my daughter-in-law who got the hairy eyeball from a passerby for speaking Spanish on the street to her little girl. (And this was in Bloomington, Indiana, a large and pleasant university town.) [Man bites dog. Also, the “hairy eyeball” is a pretty darn subjective standard if you ask me. The daughter-in-law might have been wearing a particularly ugly dress or have an unattractive distinguishing feature other than her language. People looking to be insulted will find insults everywhere.]
Tell it to Myesha Johnson, widow of one of the soldiers killed in Niger, who was dragged through the mud because Trump couldn’t make a sympathy call sound sympathetic. [Definitely a he-said/she-said thing here. To those of us who believe General Kelly, who is not known for lying, Trump tried hard to say the right thing about someone who dedicated his life to military service and died in that service. To those others who believe Rep. Wilson, a firebrand with a penchant for self-aggrandizement, Trump was tactless — but at least he made the effort. Also (just saying), it was Obama’s fault that Sgt. Johnson was in Niger in the first place.]
Tell it to the Puerto Ricans and Virgin Islanders still waiting for power and clean water more than a month after Hurricane Maria. [Yes, indeed. Do please tell it to citizens who have been the victims of Detroit-style Democrat governance for decades. Trump got FEMA to these islands with remarkable speed, only for FEMA to discover that, with no infrastructure and lots of corruption, it was hard to make headway against the disaster.]
Although I’ve been watching Dancing With The Stars this season, I haven’t blogged about it. This salsa, though, is worth writing about.
Because this season of Dancing With The Stars coincided with a change in my migraine medicine, the slightly lower energy that change produced has meant that, while I’m watching Dancing With The Stars this season, I’m not blogging about it. Last night, however, produced one of the best dances I’ve ever seen. Not only that, it’s one of the most fun dances I’ve ever seen, so I wanted to share it with you.
Here’s what you need to know: [Read more…]
Every day lately brings some interesting news. This post sums up a few of the top stories, along with my opinions about why they matter.
I’m watching, fascinated, as events unfold in Saudi Arabia. I suspect Trump has a hand in it and I certainly hope the Crown Prince’s modernization push goes well. If it doesn’t, much badness will follow. I wish I had more to offer, but absent more concrete information about arrests, exiles, helicopter crashes, and alleged Lebanese war declarations, I’m in wait-and-see mode.
I haven’t missed the fact that the killer in Texas got his gun because the government — in the form of the Air Force — failed to put his felony conviction into the gun registry databases. The problem with gun control, of course, is that it not only leaves most of the guns with the government, it also puts government in charge of the guns remaining in citizen hands. As best as I can tell, government see-saws between over-zealous and completely incompetent.
The other thing I haven’t missed about the tragedy in Texas is that it was citizens who saved the day. An NRA instructor with an AR-15 attacked the killer, causing him to stop shooting. (I keep telling my Lefty friends that the only way to stop a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun . . . and that it can take a long time before the police show up with their guns.) Then, it was two citizens who chased the killer down, causing him to crash his car. At that point, that human detritus either died from a self-inflicted shot or from an AR-15 bullet. I don’t know and I don’t care.
Incidentally, the heroic citizens who saved the day are Stephen Willeford, the NRA instructor who stopped the madness, and Johnnie Langendorff, the man who gave chase (with Willeford in the car with him). I refuse to name the killer. He deserves to be disparaged anonymously and then forgotten entirely.
I continue to believe what I tell anyone who is willing to listen to my views about the Second Amendment: There is no such thing as perfect safety. When we avoid one danger, we tend to pitch o ourselves headlong into another. Combustion engines were hailed in the early 20th century as the answer to terrible (horse) pollution. Nobody envisioned lead and other toxic emissions. Modern football helmets, were seen as the ultimate head protection. Nobody predicted that (a) players would start to use their heads like battering rams and (b) modern players, instead of being wiry little guys, would be giants.
When it comes to guns, the invariably unimaginative Leftists see only that guns kill people. They don’t see that guns save people (as happened with Willeford’s appearance on the scene of what could have been a much more terrible outcome). They don’t see that government is a terribly inefficient engine to protect us from guns.
Most of all, they don’t see (or refuse to see) that the surest way to die on the wrong end of a gun is to leave all guns in government hands. Those who could bear witness to this fact are dead — they’re dead in every land, ghetto, and concentration camp that the Nazis controlled; they’re dead in every land that the Soviets controlled; they’re dead in every place that the Maoists governed; and they’re dead in Cuba, North Korea, vast swathes of Africa and Latin America, and in every place in which Islamofascists gain control.
If I have to accept — as we all must — that there is no such thing as perfect safety, I’d rather put my faith in my fellow Americans than in my government. And yes, only Progressives could be stupid enough to demand government control over guns at the same time that they’re still vociferously claiming that our government is in the hands of a madman. That cognitive dissonance alone shows just how bad their arguments are. (You can read more of my thoughts on the subject here.) [Read more…]
In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, in response to the abuses and consequences of the industrial revolution, many people embraced Karl Marx’s communist ideology. That was suicidally naive. What followed was a century of bloody, catastrophic failure. Today, for anyone to embrace communism, they must be unforgivably ignorant or evil – or both.
Karl Marx wrote The Communist Manifesto in the mid-19th century, just as Western governments were beginning to address the excesses of the Industrial Revolution. In his book, Marx went far beyond addressing those ills, and instead advocated for a complete reworking of society, starting with the formation of labor unions, building into socialism and then to communism. To Marx, all history was a history of class struggles; all society was divided into two classes – the oppressed and oppressors; and all problems were socio-economic in origin and solution. Marx’s promise was that a communist government with plenary power over individuals and the economy could perfect society.
And naive people actually bought into this in the half century plus after Marx published his works. They ignored all the complexities of mankind, they ignored the true lessons of history regarding the evil of tyrannical governments, and they embraced the utopian dream. For but one example, in 1907, a Dutch socialist philosopher, Anton Pannekoek wrote in an article:
The socialist teachings have inoculated the laboring class with an entirely new conception of the world. The realization, that society is in a process of continual transformation, and that misery, poverty, exploitation, and all the suffering of the present are only temporary and will soon yield to an order of society, to be inaugurated by his class, in which peace, abundance, and fraternity shall reign, this realization must revolutionize the whole world conception of the laborer from the ground up. The theory of socialism furnishes the scientific foundation for this world conception. Political economy teaches us to understand the internal laws, which move the capitalist process, while historical materialism lays bare the effects of the economic revolution upon the conceptions and actions of people. And this stands irreconcilably opposed, as a materialistic doctrine, to religion.
I have six reasons why I don’t think Trump is a sexual predator akin to the Hollywood mashers. Do you agree? And if you do, do you have even better reasons?
At one point in the evening, our conversation worked its way over to the subject of sexual predators. All the women were very careful to name Ailes and O’Reilly, but they couldn’t avoid Woody Allen (none will see his movies any more), Harvey Weinstein (an example of the problems women face), Bill Cosby (who would have believed it?) and Kevin Spacey (such a talented actor, but his career is over).
It would have been surprising if the conversation at that point hadn’t turned to Donald Trump. After all, if their own side is bad, the other side must be much worse. So it was that one of the women alluded to a poster making the rounds on Facebook. It wasn’t exactly the one reproduced below (which I couldn’t find), but it was similar:
My first instinct was to defend Trump. My second instinct was that, with five of them and one of me, all that would happen would be a verbal beat-down, without my being able to change anyone’s mind. Frankly, if I can’t move someone a little to the individual liberty side of the political spectrum, I don’t waste my time.
And then there was my third instinct. This involved asking myself why I’m not a hypocrite for forgiving Trump whatever sexual sins he committed in the 1970s and 1980s, and absolving him today of being a sexual predator. I decided that, before I engage with any Progressives, I’d better have a clear answer to that in my mind.
So, the end result is this list of reasons explaining why I’m not a hypocrite when I don’t castigate Trump as a sexual predator. Please feel free to attack my weak reasons, strengthen my strong ones, and add reasons that I missed: [Read more…]
Even on sad days, the illustrated edition proves that the Left never slows down in its headlong rush into deep (but occasionally laughable) insanity.
Before showing you the illustrations for this illustrated edition, I want to say that my thoughts and prayers are with the Texas shooting victims, their family, and friends. As I write this, there’s no information yet about the shooter. I don’t need information, though, to know that he was a profoundly evil human being. My religious beliefs may be inchoate, but if there’s a Hell, I hope he rots there for eternity.
Anyway, I’ve saved up these political posters for the last couple of days, so I’ll put them up before too much time passing renders them stale. Stay safe, my friends. Stay safe.
As I’m still groggy from fighting migraines, Wolf Howling wrote this Bookworm Beat, a glorious potpourri showing that the good guys are mostly winning.
Today was supposed to be a big day, with Antifa raging in the streets and less-violently inclined Leftists screaming at the heavens. When I search for stories about either of these Day of Rage protests, though, I find nothing. I guess it’s hard to get up on a cold Fall morning when you live in your parents’ basement or partied hard the night before in your college dorm.
I’m a little inert today too for an entirely different reason: I’ve been adjusting my daily anti-migraine medication. The adjustment seems to be working, because I haven’t had a migraine since I made the change, but the downside is that the increased dosage makes me sleepy and dims my mental energy. Both those problems will pass with time, but for now, even though I’m paying attention to the news, I can’t seem to rouse myself to write about it.
Fortunately for the Bookworm’s reputation as a purveyor of interesting content, my friend Wolf Howling send me an email chock full of interesting information. For your enjoyment and edification, therefore, I present to you the Wolf Howling edition of today’s Bookworm Beat:
Teen Vogue is caput. Conde Nast announced today that Teen Vogue is getting the axe.
The New York-based publisher, which has instilled a hiring freeze, will slash about 80 jobs, equal to a decrease of about 2.5 percent of its 3,000-person workforce. Budgets across departments are also expected to get a haircut, with the worst-performing divisions and magazines getting cuts of up to 20 percent. As part of that mandate, Condé is reducing the frequencies of most of its titles and will shutter Teen Vogue in print.
(Bookworm here: Wolf Howling is not the only one who remembered my utter disdain for Teen Vogue — which I expressed here, here, here, and here. I got emails from several other people and am grateful to all of them for keeping that wonderful news right in front of me.)
A man who had been arrested asked for a “lawyer [,] dog” Depending upon how you read it, the man either called the police officer “dog” (which is definitely better than calling him “pig”) or asked for an actual “lawyer dog.” The Louisiana court held it was the latter and, dogs with law degrees being in short supply, concluded that the police had no obligation to the man to hunt up that particular type of lawyer before questioning him. [Read more…]