“But it has to be a heap now.”

Yes. That’s It Exactly

I don’t have to work at this, people send me stuff. Mike from Feces Flinging Monkey most recently has been pointing me at the most interesting things. Today’s is a piece in the current Reason Online by Julian Sanchez concerning my most personally hated latin phrase, stare decisis – defined by Webster’s as “a doctrine or policy of following rules or principles laid down in previous judicial decisions unless they contravene the ordinary principles of justice.” Mr. Sanchez’s piece is entitled A Heap of Precedents: Slippery slopes, stare decisis, and popular opinion. Mike found it through the blog A Constrained Vision, which looks interesting in itself, as the author draws it’s title from a Thomas Sowell quote. Anyway, the part(s) I found pertinent were these:

There’s a famous philosophical puzzle, originally attributed to Eubulides of Miletus, known as the sorites paradox or heaps problem. It goes like this: Two or three grains of sand obviously don’t constitute a “heap” of sand. And it seems absurd to suppose that adding a single grain of sand could turn something that wasn’t a heap into a heap. But apply that logic repeatedly as you add one grain after another, and you’re pushed to the equally absurd conclusion that 100,000 grains aren’t a heap either. (Alternatively, you can run the logic in the other direction and prove that three grains of sand are a heap.)

It’s not a terribly deep puzzle, of course: It simply illustrates that some of our everyday concepts, like that of a heap, are vague or fuzzy, not susceptible to such precise definition. Try to define such concepts in too much detail and absurdity results.

The problem is, concepts like “interstate commerce,” “public use,” “unreasonable search,” and “cruel and unusual” are similarly fuzzy. And stare decisis, the principle that cases are to be decided by reference to previous rulings, means that the Court’s interpretation of those rulings looks an awful lot like a process of adding one grain at a time without ever arriving at an unconstitutional heap—an instance of what law professor Eugene Volokh has called an “attitude altering slippery slope.” Jurisprudence is all about distinguishing cases, explaining why some legal principle applies in situation A, but not in apparently similar situation B. But if the grains are fine enough—the differences from case to case sufficiently subtle—plausible distinctions become harder to find.

The core of the argument in the dissent, on the other hand, looked quite different, going directly to the Fifth Amendment’s stipulation that property be seized only for “public use”:

[If] predicted (or even guaranteed) positive side-effects are enough to render transfer from one private party to another constitutional, then the words “for public use” do not realistically exclude any takings, and thus do not exert any constraint on the eminent domain power.

The dissent in Raich was heavier on citation, but at its core seemed similarly motivated by a big-picture concern that the ruling “threatens to sweep all of productive human activity into federal regulatory reach.” Both dissents, in other words, step back from the meticulous addition of granules to exclaim: “But it has to be a heap now.”

These two decisions prompted outrage not because either was a radical departure from precedent – neither was – but because they called attention to just how many grains of precedent had been piled atop the terms “public use” and “interstate commerce,” reaching so far from the common-sense meanings of those terms as to seem preposterous if one is only eyeballing the heap, rather than attending to the process.

(That’s the heart of it, but read the whole thing.) Worse, when stare decisis builds upon previous bad decisions – and no one denies that the Court has made some real stinkers over its history – then we’re not talking heaps of sand anymore. We’re talking heaps of shit.

Raich, and to a much larger extent Kelo, both “contravene the ordinary principles of justice” without a doubt. That a majority of the Court wouldn’t recognize this is what angers me more than anything. Perhaps they believe Nancy Pelosi‘s right, and their decisions are “almost as if God has spoken” so they needn’t bother themselves with “eyeballing the heap.”

Thomas, on the dissenting side in both Kelo and Raich, is absolutely right: “Something has gone seriously awry with this Court’s interpretation of the Constitution.”

And achieving divinity ain’t it.

New Gun!

Well, new to me, anyway. Remember back in May 2004 when I said I was going to purchase a S&W Model 25 Mountain Gun chambered for .45LC? And then didn’t?

Well, at lunch today, I did. It looks just like this:

My favorite gun shop had a used one I found a couple of weeks ago. I traded in my Ruger SP-101 (that shot really low), scrounged up some cash (thanks, honey!), and bought it. Now I have to get some dies, brass, and bullets. Anybody have a favorite .45LC load they want to share?

Synchronicity.

From today’s Bleat:

I went outside to read “Life at the Bottom,” an account of the British underclass by Theodore Dalrymple. “Bracing” does not describe it, anymore than “Brisk” describes the sensation of a bucket of lemon juice poured on a sucking chest wound. The book concerns the ideas that animate, if you can use that word, the sullen masses of the impotent and indifferent, where they come from (two guesses) and how uncouthness becomes chic, and trickles up.

I’m reading the same book. Amazon was selling this along with his latest book, Our Culture, What’s Left of it: The Mandarins and the Masses at a discount last week, freight included, so I ordered them.

Lileks’ description is apt. These books need to be read, but “entertainment” they most definitely are not. The first essay in Our Culture is Dalrymple’s City Journal piece, “The Frivolity of Evil,” if you want a taste.

I was watching Inside the Actor’s Studio yesterday afternoon, and the guest was Jamie Fox. James Lipton asked Fox what a “Playa” was. Fox defined it as (and I paraphrase) someone whose opinion is valued by the public. I don’t have the book in front of me as I write this, but in the very first essay in Life at the Bottom Dalrymple illustrates how the British newspaper The Guardian ran an article about how there had recently been a meeting of America’s “greatest minds.”

They were talking about rap artists.

Talk about “trickle up.”

Edited to add: Here’s the actual passage. It’s from the introduction, not the first essay:

Just as there is said to be no correct grammar or spelling, so there is no higher or lower culture: difference itself is the only recognized distinction. This is a view peddled by intellectuals eager to demonstrate to one another their broad-mindedly democratic sentiment. For example, the newspaper that is virtually the house journal of Britain’s liberal intelligentsia, the Guardian (which would once honorably have demanded that, in the name of equity and common decency, the entire population should be given access to high culture), recently published an article about a meeting in New York of what it described in headlines as “some of America’s biggest minds.”

And who were America’s biggest minds? Were they its Nobel prize-winning scientists, its physicists and molecular biologists? Were they America’s best contemporary scholars or writers? Or perhaps its electronics entrepreneurs who have so transformed the world in the last half-century?

No, some of the biggest minds in America belonged, in the opinion of the Guardian, to rap singers such as Puff Daddy, who were meeting in New York (for “a summit,” as the Guardian put it) to end the spate of senseless mutual killings of East and West Coast rap singers and improve the public image of rap as a genre. Pictures of the possessors of these gigantic minds accompanied the article, so that even if you did not already know that rap lyrics espouse a set of values that is in equal part brutal and stupid, you would know at once that these allegedly vast intellects belonged to people indistinguishable from street thugs.

The insincerity of this flattery is obvious to anyone with even a faint acquaintance with the grandeur of human achievement. It is inconceivable that the writer of the article, or the editor of the newspaper, both educated men, truly believed that Puff Daddy et al. possessed some of the biggest minds in America. But the fact that the debased clture of which rap music is a product receives such serious attention and praise deludes its listeners into supposing that nothing finer exists than what they already know and like. Such flattery is thus the death of aspiration, and lack of aspiration is, of course, one of the causes of passivity.

Which reminds me, once again, of Tytler’s timeline:

From bondage to spiritual faith
From spiritual faith to great courage
From courage to liberty
From liberty to abundance
From abundance to complacency
From complacency to apathy
From apathy to dependence
From dependence back into bondage

They Must’ve Been Liberal Sheep.(and it’s all George Bush’s fault.)

It was the first thought that came to mind when I read this, anyway:

450 Sheep Jump to Their Deaths in Turkey

The Associated Press
Friday, July 8, 2005; 9:30 AM

ISTANBUL, Turkey — First one sheep jumped to its death. Then stunned Turkish shepherds, who had left the herd to graze while they had breakfast, watched as nearly 1,500 others followed, each leaping off the same cliff, Turkish media reported.

In the end, 450 dead animals lay on top of one another in a billowy white pile, the Aksam newspaper said. Those who jumped later were saved as the pile got higher and the fall more cushioned, Aksam reported.

“There’s nothing we can do. They’re all wasted,” Nevzat Bayhan, a member of one of 26 families whose sheep were grazing together in the herd, was quoted as saying by Aksam.

The estimated loss to families in the town of Gevas, located in Van province in eastern Turkey, tops $100,000, a significant amount of money in a country where average GDP per head is around $2,700.

“Every family had an average of 20 sheep,” Aksam quoted another villager, Abdullah Hazar as saying. “But now only a few families have sheep left. It’s going to be hard for us.”

I guess they heard that Sandra Day O’Connor was retiring, and couldn’t stand the idea of another conservative on the Court.

Interesting Passage from a Novel. . .

From The Road to Damascus, by John Ringo and Linda Evans:

“If I could’ve, son, I’d have given you a generalship, but that’s a rank beyond my legal authority to grant. We took to heart lessons learned on old Terra. We chose carefully and wisely when we modeled our constitution and named this world for the man who drafted the original model. Military dictatorships are anathema to us.”

Simon’s lips twitched, despite the gravity of the situation. He’d raised an eyebrow at one of the clauses, which read, essentially, The right of the people to keep and bear arms for self-defense and defense of the homeland shall never be infringed, limited, rescinded, interfered with, or prohibited by any decree of law, decision by court, or policy by the executive branch or any of its agencies. And this time, we mean it.

The planet is named Jefferson, so they’re a little shaky on their history – Madison is most responsible for the Constitution, Jefferson for the Declaration of Independence – but I like the sentiment.

Screw It, Redux.

I’ve had enough for awhile. I’m busy as hell, depressed as hell, and starting the process of doing some major remodeling on my home. (Eminent domain be damned.)

Alex has been unable or unwilling to carry on the gun control debate, so (hope you’re reading this, Alex), I’m going to drop his permission to post here for the time being.

To put it plainly, I’m burned out on writing for the moment. I’m going to paint, do a little carpentry, and shell out a bunch of money to vendors and tradesmen for a few weeks. I’m going to load some ammo and take some trips to the range.

You might check in from time to time. Something might inspire piss me off enough to post, but I won’t be posting on a daily basis, that’s for certain.

Email still works. Drop me a line if you have something interesting to say. Right now, I’m going to go read a book.

Quote of the Week.

(via Instapundit)

In person Mr Bush is so far removed from the caricature of the dim, war-mongering Texas cowboy of global popular repute that it shakes one’s faith in the reliability of the modern media. – Gerard Baker, US Editor Times Online

Imagine! Question the reliability of the modern media? It’s inconceivable!

Who Do I See About Investing?. And Reservations?

I heard about this on the radio this morning, a couple of people emailed me, plus a commenter mentioned it, but I think Logan Darrow Clements’ idea of taking Supreme Court Justice David H. Souter’s New Hampshire home through eminent domain in order to build a hotel is outstanding.

However, Randy Barnett doesn’t think the idea is quite as amusing if Clements is serious:

Retaliating against a judge for the good faith exercise of his duty is not only a bad idea, it violates the holding of Kelo itself, for the intent would be to take from A to give to B, in this case to punish A.

What matters intent? How do you prove Clements isn’t just trying to take advantage of an excellent finanical opportunity for both himself and the town of Weare? He states his reasoning plainly:

Clements indicated that the hotel must be built on this particular piece of land because it is a unique site being the home of someone largely responsible for destroying property rights for all Americans.

It’s all about location, location, location! I don’t know about you, but I think any reasonably decent skillful lawyer could successfully argue that, while the hotel could be built on the property of any of the five justices in the majority in Kelo, selecting Souter’s home isn’t punitive – after all, Souter would receive “just compensation” like any average American in a similar situation. And future “Lost Liberty Hotel” franchises could be opened on the (former) homesites of the other four Justices, plus the homesites of mayors and city-council members who vote in favor of such eminent domain seizures!

Well, maybe “Lost Liberty” convenience stores.

UPDATE, 6/30: Eugene Volokh sees it the same way I do:

Developers’ intentions are often not public-regarding; even if they aren’t political retaliation, they’re often simply private gain, which is perfectly fine. If the developer here persuaded the city that the taking would indeed be economically beneficial (“Clements, CEO of Freestar Media, LLC, points out that the City of Weare will certainly gain greater tax revenue and economic benefits with a hotel on 34 Cilley Hill Road than allowing Mr. Souter to own the land”), and the city was genuinely motivated by this public benefit, the developer’s motives would, I think, be irrelevant.