“A court that will do what it is told”

Five years ago, I wrote this post about my thoughts on reforming the Supreme Court. My thoughts were intended as an “intro” to the topic, and I got some interesting commentary response. I have been thinking about the topic again, because the Court is an even bigger problem now, to the point that addressing its problems is rapidly becoming essential, once–and if–saner voices take elective power in Washington. I present below the text of that original post of mine, a lot of which I still think might be a good way of approaching things; lifetime tenure needs to go away, but so does the “accidental” nature of which President gets to make a lot of appointments to the Court and which one does not. I also gave a lot of thought to the shenanigans of one Senator Mitch McConnell, who used the power of the Senate to simply deny a Democratic President a Supreme Court appointment. My attempt to address this got some interesting pushback, and I’m open to suggestion, but I still believe that fundamentally the Senate cannot be allowed to do nothing when an active Supreme Court nomination lies before it. Maybe in addition to requiring a vote, and forbidding the Senate to adjourn while a nomination lies before it, we also change the voting procedure so the vote is not one to confirm, but to deny, with a 3/5 majority required to decline a nomination. Also, re-reading my post, I see that I wrote against expanding the Court. I have changed my mind, and frankly, expanding it to 21 would be OK with me.

Before delving into my own thoughts, though, here’s a video on the topic of our corrupt Supreme Court by the always-brilliant Jamelle Bouie. It’s always worth remembering that our government was structured such that each branch’s power would be checked and balanced by the other two, and that the current state of affairs–in which Congress, run by Republicans, has completed abdicated its responsibility to check or balance anything–is a voluntary one, and also a political one. Nothing in the US Constitution establishes the Supreme Court as a de facto royal body that governs by decree, and in fact, there is a great deal of power that the Congress holds over the Court.

Here is my original post from five years ago:

Here’s something I’ve been thinking about for quite a while: how I would fix the Supreme Court. Obviously, I’m not an expert and am quite possibly wrong in many ways, but you have to start SOMEWHERE, right? Here’s my proposed Amendment which would fix the Court, with interspersed commentary.

WHEREAS it is sufficiently clear in 2021 that the current structure of the United States Supreme Court has proven too easily forced by concerted effort by various factions to extended periods of ideological extremity, I propose the following alterations in how the Court is structured.

While I’m sure American conservatives are all kinds of gleeful that they have finally, after years of focus and hard work, managed to create a Court majority that will favor their ideological goals for quite possibly decades to come, I hope most Americans will agree that this is not a desirable state of affairs.

 

1. The Supreme Court shall consist of 9 seats, with each Seat being held by one Justice.

Why 9? Why not engage in the current liberal wishlist of bumping it up to 13, thus allowing President Biden to name four liberals and immediately grab the balance of the Court back? Well, as much as I’d be on board with that concept in my angrier moments, I’m trying for a more nuanced approach right here. Currently the number of Justices is set by Congress, and there’s no reason to believe that even if the Democrats in Congress pulled this off right now that a future President Hawley (God help us all) and a Republican Congress to come wouldn’t just do the same thing right back, and somehow find a weaselly way to make it worse. Remember, they were quite content to engage in reverse Court-packing by holding the number of Justices at 8 until they could control the nominee. I’d hardwire the 9 into the Constitution at this point. Also, there’s math involved. And why am I referring to nine seats, instead of nine Justices? Read on! We’re getting to the meat of it now:

 

2. One Seat on the Supreme Court shall be vacated on July 5 of each year numbered Oddly, to be filled by an individual named by the sitting President of the United States, with the nominated Justice taking the vacant Seat upon confirmation by a simple Majority vote in the United States Senate.

3. The Senate shall bring any nomination of a Supreme Court Justice to its Floor for a full Confirmation vote within TWO WEEKS of the President’s official Nomination of said Justice, regardless of whether the Senate has concluded its Business in the course of Advising and Consenting. In the event that the Senate fails to confirm a nominated Justice or Judge on three consecutive Votes, the President shall name an APPOINTED JUSTICE to serve on that Seat until either the swearing-in of the Next Senate or the beginning of that Seat’s next term, whichever comes first. No Nominee for the Court, having been rejected by full vote of the Senate, shall be eligible for Renomination before the beginning of a new Senate. 

4. Upon confirmation and installation, a Justice shall hold their Seat for a single term of EIGHTEEN years, at the conclusion of which their Seat shall become again vacant and the sitting President shall name their Successor.

OK. Let’s unpack. What am I getting at here?

First: No more lifetime tenure to the Court for judges. That shit is OVER. No more nominating young judges who will then sit for thirty or forty years or longer. Yes, I’m quite annoyed at the fact that I may well need to adjust my diet to include large amounts of broccoli at this point if I have any hope of seeing a liberal court in my lifetime. Moreover, I don’t think a President, any President, should be able to extend their legacy so far into the future, either through chicanery or by accident of timing or some combination thereof.

It is utterly absurd to me that our 45th President, in his one disastrous term, was able to name three Supreme Court Justice while Presidents Carter, Clinton, and Obama combined for four in their twenty combined years in office. That 45’s nominations came respectively via Mitch McConnell’s gaming of the rules, Anthony Kennedy’s oddly convenient decision to step down, and Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s passing (which gave McConnell a chance to demonstrate just how low his actual commitment was to his previous deeply held principle of not voting on Judicial nominees in election years) isn’t relevant, but we should make sure that this kind of gamesmanship is much harder to pull off, moving forward.

However, while I do favor eliminating lifetime tenure, I do think it’s important to remove the Court as much as we can from the normal cycles of political life in Washington. So I have Justices serving eighteen years: a good long term that gives them political independence that lasts well beyond the reahc of a single Presidential term. As of this writing, eighteen years has spanned four Presidents, two from each party.

Next: Well, since we already know the Mitch McConnells of the world will simply change rules any which way they need to in order to make sure that Republicans are the ones controlling the judiciary (and not just the Supreme Court–look at the ways they changed rules for Federal judicial appointments constantly starting in 1995 and then with each subsequent time they either had the Senate, the Presidency, or both), I suppose we need to hard-wire into the Constitution that the Senate will vote on Supreme Court nominees. As a writer whose work involves occasional villains, I have to admit that McConnell’s simple tactic of just not voting at all on Merrick Garland was some Class-A villainy in its ruthless cunning. So, that shot having been fired once, I’d like to take that one permanently out of circulation.

But! Here’s the thing: since 1981–the last forty years–only 22 of those years, barely more than half the time, has seen a President and the Majority of the United States Senate serving from the same party at the same time. It’s easy to see a Republican Senate saying to a Democratic President: “OK, we’re required to give your nominee an up or down vote, so we’re just gonna keep voting your nominees down and run out the clock that way.”

Well…no dice there, either. Three times in a row and the President gets to fill the seat on the Court temporarily, until either the Seat’s term ends (i.e., the 18 years ends) or a Congressional election happens and a new Senate is seated. Then the whole thing starts up again, and the President can nominate the person he or she chose in the first place. Also, note the required time frame: just two weeks, and the Senate is required to vote. If they can’t figure out if they’re on board with a Justice or not within two weeks, they shouldn’t be in that job, and obviously the possibility of any filibustering has to be neutered right in the Constitution. (But ixnay on the President just nominating the same person three times and then seating that person anyway. We still need to take the Senate’s “advise and consent” thing a little seriously.)

Oh, and I said up above that there’s math involved in picking nine judges? Well, assuming an 18-year-term, if you have more than nine judges, then eventually you get to a situation where multiple seats are opening up in odd years. This system guarantees that every President will make some mark on the Supreme Court, as every President will name at least two Justices. But I don’t want a President naming as many as eight. Of course, you could get around this by extending the term of a Justice’s service to twice the number of years as there are sitting Justices, but then terms start getting uncomfortably long again.

All right. We’ve got our Justices serving one eighteen year term on the Supreme Court. Also note that they’re ineligible to hold any other judicial position in the country after they leave! I’m not sure if that would be a big deal or not, but you wouldn’t get to have a Republican President give us a bitter pill like Brett Kavanaugh and then, if his term happens to end during another Republican presidency, just get re-nominated for another 18 years. Also, the eighteen-year-term refers to the seat on the Court, not the specific Justice holding it. In this respect it would be like the Presidency: the term is four years, but if the sitting President dies and the Vice President becomes President, they don’t get four new years: the Presidential term ends at noon on January 20 every four years, no matter what. Likewise, if a Justice dies fifteen years in, obviously you need a replacement–but you do not get to reset the clock with someone to your ideological liking. No getting around it: eighteen years. That’s it. So we would have this provision:

 

5. In the event that a Seat on the Supreme Court becomes vacant sooner than the conclusion of its Eighteen Year Term, the sitting President shall name a Justice to that seat, also pending Senate majority confirmation, to serve only the remaining time in that Seat’s term, at the end of which that Justice shall leave the Court.

Now, we well know that for all the “the Courts are apolitical!” talk we hear a lot, the fact is that the Courts and people on them are as much a part of the political life in this country as anyone else. But to help foster as much political independence as we possibly can, I’d add this:

 

6. No person, having held any portion of a Seat on the United States Supreme Court, shall be eligible for any Senate-confirmable position upon leaving said Seat, or for any Judicial position in the United States; also, no member of that Justice’s family shall be eligible for any Senate-confirmable position for a period beginning with their assumption of that Seat until five years after their departure from it.

In short, no “Hey Judge, I’ll make your kid or your wife Ambassador to the Bahamas”, and no “Hey Judge, if you’re looking to retire early, I might need a new Ambassador to Sweden”. Also, once you leave the Supreme Court, that’s it for your legal career. And really, there’s nowhere else to go after that but write your books and be on a corporate board or two, right? No, I’m not worried about what our Justices will do in their now-much-longer retirements. They’ll make out just fine, I suspect.

Of course, if you’re going to limit the terms, then you have to schedule the terms as well. If we just wait for the existing judges to die or retire and then start the eighteen year thing, then you’d have nominations clustering at eighteen year intervals from whenever those passings happen. So, one seat will open on the Supreme Court every two years, during the odd-numbered years to minimize the degree to which federal-level elections play a role in the politics.

 

7. The transition to this prescription for Supreme Court tenure shall begin on July 5 of the first odd-numbered year following Ratification of this Amendment, with pre-existing terms ending in reverse order of service on the Court.

You have to make your transition some way, right? For my purposes, if I could wave my magic wand and instantly ratify this amendment, then Clarence Thomas would get the boot on July 5, 2023.

As noted above, I’m sure I’ve missed something, and I’m sure there are ways this system would work badly, but…we’ve got to start somewhere, right? And while I yield to no one in my anger at the way Republicans have been gaming our democracy against us (and are still doing so, to what I expect may be our eternal regret, and sooner than we think), I do not want to just shift the gaming-of-the-system to the Democrats just because I’m currently on their side. If there’s one thing the post-2016 era has shown me, it’s that our Constitutional systems are nowhere near as robust as they need to be to withstand the threats confronting them now.

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Still tinkering….

I may have settled on a theme for this site that I like! I will be doing more tinkering with the appearance later on, but I am currently liking this one. I spent some time this morning trying themes on for size, and there were a couple that I liked on preview but weren’t working for me across the entire site. This one may actually get me where I want to go (though I also still miss the block editor and wonder if I can get it back….).

Stay tuned!

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Be Prepared…

…for some more experimentation with this site’s appearance over the next few days. The current look just isn’t doing it for me. It’s close to working, which is why I’ve left it in place, but ultimately I just don’t think it’s what I want.

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Something for Thursday

I’m reading The Uncool by Cameron Crowe right now. This book, which came out last year, is pretty much an answer to the question: “Hey, Crowe, we know that you based Almost Famous on your own life experiences as a kid, so why don’t you tell us the real story?” And I’ll have more to say when I finish the book, but here’s a passage that really stuck with me already:

“Take It Easy” hit the airwaves a few weeks later, like a blast of California sunshine. The band was called Eagles. (You were not supposed to call them the Eagles back then.) The song was instantly memorable, a potent stew of the stuff I’d loved. I always felt that a favorite song has a mind of its own. It arrives just when you need it, and that arrival memory remains for the rest of time. Every time you hear the song, you can remember the feeling, like you’re reading a diary entry. It’s one of music’s great gifts. I bought a used electric guitar, turquoise, of course; learned the play the song; joined a band called the Masked Hamster; rehearsed with the Masked Hamster twice in my schoolmate Russ Schumacher’s garage; was told the band had broken up; walked by Russ’s house a few days later; heard the Masked Hamster practicing with a new guitarist; and decided my instrument was the typewriter. All to the soundtrack of “Take It Easy”.

That thing Crowe says there, about a favorite song being like looking at a diary entry? I could not agree more. A whole lot of “Something For Thursday” has simply been just about that: sharing songs or pieces of music that have been a part of my life. (And yes, some of it has been about exploring new stuff, too. One needs to hear music, not just because you never know when the next song or symphony or filmscore or overture of your life is going to come along, but also because the new music informs the old favorites, gives them context. When you hear some new band that is flying because the band of your youth taught them how to walk, that’s really something.)

So…heck, where was I? Oh yeah, this is a Something For Thursday post. Here’s “Take It Easy”.

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Tuesday Tones

Back before The Six Week Gap, I had started a series of posts in this category exploring the work of Japanese composers. I think I only lost three of those posts, but those were all the posts in the Japanese Composers series, so I guess now we’re just going to start over. Yay! [bangs head on desk]

Japan is a fascinating culture in just about all respects, but musically as well. It has its own music traditions that date back thousands of years, but since Japan’s opening to the West in the middle of the 19th century, the influence of Western music can be keenly felt in the classical traditions that emerged there starting in the early 20th century. Many Japanese musicians studied in the west before returning home, and not even the great conflagration of World War II could stem the tide of those influences. (In fact, it may be that the realities of the postwar era hastened those influences, but that’s for a more learned person than me to assess.) For years I have found enormous fascination in the concert music of Eastern Asia, and in Japan specifically, so that’s what I’m going to explore in this series.

The work with which I am re-starting this series is a superb example of what I often find in Japanese classical music: deeply pictorial music that borders on outright impressionism, bathed in orchestral color that is at times overwhelming, but all in service to a formal architecture that conveys emotion in ways that stand entirely outside the traditional forms of Western music.

Takashi Yoshimatsu was born in Tokyo in 1953, and while he did not have any particular musical upbringing in his early years, music captivated him in his teens and he went on to both study music formally and to perform rock music in bands. It’s interesting to see how similar this particular bio is among Japanese composers, or at least the ones I was reading about when I launched this series. This sort of thing cements my long suspicion that rock and classical are not so far apart as we like to believe…but while a lot of Japanese composers of Yoshimatsu’s generation worked in modernist and even avant garde traditions, Yoshimatsu seems to have kept his voice in the lyrical and even neo-Romantic traditions.

This work, Ode to Birds and Rainbow, was written in response to the death of Yoshimatsu’s sister. He apparently did not intend it as a requiem, or something so somber; he called it “an ode to a soul at play amongst the birds and a rainbow in the sky”. This definitely accounts for the work’s strongly emotional content. I have found this piece deeply moving, and in fact, moreso with each play-through.

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Aunt Alice

My Aunt Alice–my father’s big sister–used to own a cottage in the Poconos, and we would visit her there once or twice each summer, during the 1980s. One year, which probably would have been summer of 1984 because I was going into 8th grade, she asked me what I was going to be studying in the coming year. On the specifics of science, 8th grade at that time was half a year of intro physics and half a year of intro chemistry, and when I mentioned the chemistry thing, Aunt Alice brightened up and said, “I know a chemistry joke! Alas Poor Johnny, he’s with us no more; he thought it was H-two-O, but he really drank H-two-S-O-four.” I’ve retained that in my head for 42 years now, and I’m quite happy to have done so. Now, if you’re up on your chemistry, you know that to mistake sulfuric acid for water you’d have to be exceptionally goofy, or visually impaired, since they don’t even look alike. But who cares about that? There’s a funny joke to be had!

Aunt Alice also attended our wedding in 1997. She was at my parents’ house when we arrived there after the rehearsal, and I got home before The Fiance did; I didn’t even realize Alice was there before she came right up to me, hugged me, said congratulations, and asked, “Is she here yet?” She was so excited to meet the soon-to-be new Mrs. Sedinger. When The Fiance arrived a few minutes later and I introduced her, Aunt Alice nodded and said something about how I was adding blond hair and blue eyes to the gene pool. I like that she approved. I also noticed that Alice was wearing my grandmother’s old ring, the one that Grammy had had set with the birthstones of each of her grandchildren. That was a great thing to see.

I never had a lot of contact with Aunt Alice, as she lived quite a ways away (my whole life, she lived in the Philadelphia area, on the Jersey side). But every time I did see her, I found her an absolute delight. She was smart, warm, and funny, and she valued arts and creativity in ways that sometimes I felt was slightly lacking on the home front. The last time I saw Aunt Alice was sadly, over ten years ago when we took a trip to Cape May. Alice rented a cottage up the shore from Cape May each summer so we got to meet for dinner one night. Seeing her that night was quite lovely, and even then she looked strong and raring to go. And she must have been; she still had over a decade left in her at that point.

I have three first cousins on that side of the family, all Alice’s children, and there are second cousins descended from them as well, though I don’t know any of them much at all. That’s always struck me as something of a shame, though I suppose that’s the reality. I know people who are quite close with all their cousins, but in every case those folks grew up in the same region, sometimes even the same town, as those relatives. I have never been less than an eight hour’s drive from any of those cousins, so I guess that explains the lack of contact over the years. They’re all good people, though, and I’ve been happy to see them at each point. The first wedding I ever attended was for one of those cousins, back in…1983, maybe? I think it was 1983. Might have been 1984. I’m pretty sure it was that year. It was also the first Catholic Mass I had ever sat through…or was it Catholic? Now I’m running up against the limits of memory.

Aunt Alice died recently, I am told. Several weeks ago, at the age of 94. She had a long, good run. That generation is almost entirely gone, as far as my own family goes; only my father remains. It’s a hell of a thing…but anyway, thanks to Aunt Alice, I can chuckle every time I hear about sulfuric acid, and I also have some lovely memories of the Poconos and the Delaware River and a mansion that belonged to onetime Governor of Pennsylvania, Gifford Pinchot. I also have a lot of memories of lots of long road trips from WNY to Philly and New Jersey to visit Alice and my grandmother. Thinking back, I’m a bit surprised we never did much sightseeing in Philly at all; it’s a city I’ve been through a bunch and yet I don’t think we ever stopped once to look around. I wonder why that is. I wonder if my father thought he’d be cheating on his beloved Pittsburgh if he stopped to admire Philadelphia. And I remember the Jersey Shore, and the first time we went down there, back in 2011, and The Daughter got to dip her feet in the ocean for the first time.

Anyway, goodbye, Aunt Alice. I wish I’d been able to get to know you better, but I knew you well enough to know that you were a hell of a person.

One last story: on one of our visits, when I was leaning toward studying music in school, Alice told me about how one of her kids, my cousins (I can’t remember which one!), was in music for a while and one year was in a choir. Alice asked what song they were working on, and my cousin replied, “Somethin’ stupid.” Alice said “That’s not very nice!” and my cousin replied, “No, that’s the name of it! ‘Somethin’ Stupid’!” I assume it’s this.

 

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Tuesday Tones

Tuesday Tones! (The title of the music series over a bit of music score.)

Well, if you remember back to before the Great Functionality Disaster that ate six weeks of content of mine, I was in the midst of a series of works composed by Japanese composers. And I’m going to get back to that, but for now, here’s an old favorite of mine. Why am I choosing this one? Because of a certain sonic effect in the third movement! Yes, it’s relevant to something I’ll be posting in the near future. Here is The Pines of Rome by Ottorino Respighi. (This is a very fine performance, by the way, but what appears to be a student orchestra. I’m as big a fan of great orchestral recordings as anyone, but there’s often something wonderfully sincere about the music-making that the young people do, even if the technical work isn’t always quite as clean.)

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“Tuppence a bag….”

On our back dock at The Store, we keep, among other things, a rack housing the supply of wood that we have on hand for various carpentry needs throughout the year. And many years–not every year, but quite a few of them–a bird, usually a robin, will make a nest in my woodpile. This year was no different, and as soon as I saw her making the nest I started keeping tabs on things. By sheer accident of a couple of pallets nearby, I was able to actually get a good vantage point to track the progress of Mama’s eggs and, soon, her babies. All this unfolded over the last two weeks:

Two hatched, one in progress, one waiting. Those little pink blobs are the brand new hatchlings.
They don’t even seem to have eyes yet, much less feathers.
By this day, they were starting to look like something bird-ish.
Definitely birds!
While taking all of these, Mama would be off to one side, yelling at me to get away. I made these excursions very quickly.
This was this very morning. I went to check on the babies, and as soon as they saw me, they vamoosed in true bird fashion: they flew away. This one, the last to leave, landed on a nearby rail on a lumber cart for a few seconds before also departing. I like to think that they wanted to see me, their “protector”, one last time before heading out for their birdish lives.
The empty nest.

The circle of life, indeed….

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