We FReepers always wear our PJs out:
Posted on 12/29/2005 9:43:03 AM PST by PJ-Comix
Sen. George Allen of Virginia would be my choice at this point, to take office on January 20, 2009.
LOL! It sounds like some folks over at CU are planning on checking up on Pitt's bogus bouncer story. If I lived in Boston I would make a beeline right now for Bukowski's Bar as the starting point of my investigation. I would also take along a printout of Pitt's bogus conversation with the bouncer so that if I did find Ty, I would show him the BS Pitt is spewing in his name.
I think PJ would prefer Verkaik-Hayek.
They're both over 35, aren't they?
The bouncer at my bar is named Ty. A native of New Orleans, he speaks with the slow drawl unique to the region, and he is huge. Not outlandishly huge, not freakishly huge, but definitely one of the larger specimens of human one is likely to meet. He works the door at my joint, as well as at another bar down the street a ways. Ty is smart, funny as all get-out, and a marvelous spinner of tales.
Each night Ty works, he regales my friends and I with stories of mayhem and bouncer-justice, of the drunken boobs stupid enough to think they can push him around at the other establishment. My bar, one gets the sense, is too peaceful for his tastes; he has never been forced to exercise his talents while working at my joint.
Ty and I have assiduously observed the tenets of that invisible sign which hangs over the door of every drinking establishment in America: “Thou Shalt Not Discuss Religion Or Politics In This Place.” The two reasons for this are straightforward: I don’t particularly relish the idea of discussing work when I am in my cups; also, Ty is an ardent Bush supporter, so the first reason becomes doubly significant. If I want to get frustrated and annoyed, I can just turn on CNN and listen to the Know-Nothings ply their wares.
A funny thing happened the other night, however, something that changed the whole dynamic of our relationship. I was passing by Ty, and he grabbed me by the arm to pull me aside. He knows what I do for a living, and wanted to discuss politics in defiance of the invisible sign. “What do you think of the Patriot Act?” he asked me
“I think it’s a damned troubling thing,” I said after a moment. “There are aspects of it that have been on the books for years because of the War on Drugs. There are aspects of it that are brand new to American law. Overall, I think it is tremendously invasive and not in line with how we have done things in this country. As a Republican,” I said with a bit of the needle in my voice, “the issues of personal freedom and governmental interference should bother you.”
“I ain’t no Republican,” he said. “I’m an Independent. I think they’re all crooks.”
“Fair enough,” I said, “but you are a Bush supporter.”
“Yep,” he drawled. “So what parts of the Patriot Act don’t you like?”
“Well,” I said, “one scary part of it is Section 215, the thing people call the ‘Sneak-and-Peek’ provision. Section 215 says law enforcement can enter your house, search your stuff, bug your phone, bug your computer, and they never have to tell you they were there. The FBI could have 215ed their way into my house and I’d never know it. Hell, they could be there right now. All they need is a warrant signed by a judge somewhere to do it.”
“That ain’t right,” he said after a moments consideration. “But at least they have to talk to a judge.”
“Well,” I said, “have you heard about all this stuff with the National Security Agency spying on people here in America?”
“Little bit, yeah,” he said.
“You know that the NSA can spy on pretty much anyone, tap their phones, do total surveillance?” I asked, and he nodded. “Well, back in 2002, Bush told the NSA to start spying on Americans. Lots of them. But he did this without going through the FISA court.”
“FISA court?” he asked.
“FISA stands for the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act, which was passed in 1978,” I said. “After Watergate and all that craziness, they wanted to make sure our intelligence services weren’t being used by people in power to spy on Americans. If you want to get the NSA to spy on Americans, you have to get a warrant from what’s called the FISA court. That’s a few judges who hear an argument for a special FISA warrant.”
“OK.”
“Now here’s one of the crazy parts with this Bush-NSA thing,” I said. “To get a warrant from this FISA court, you don’t need to have probable cause. You don’t need to have evidence. The FISA court has handed out more than 19,000 warrants since it was set up, and has only denied four. And they do it quick, because obviously if you go before the FISA court for a warrant, you’re probably pressed for time. It’s the easiest court in America to get a warrant from. Bush totally blew past them, said he didn’t need warrants from the FISA court, and just had the NSA start spying away on Americans.”
Ty’s response to this was too profane to be printed here.
“Why the hell’d he do that?” he finally asked.
“Good question,” I said. “There are two probable reasons, neither of which are very comfortable. The first reason is that he and Cheney want to expand the power of the Executive Branch. Cheney, specifically, has always felt that the Executive let go of too much power after Watergate and Vietnam, gave too much power to Congress and the press, and these guys have been trying to get it back. So they decided that, since we are ‘at war,’ they were going to do whatever they damned well pleased.”
“Seems smart,” he said.
“Maybe,” I said, “but that’s a different debate. Ask yourself this, though. Imagine a Democrat wins the White House in 2008. These Bush guys will have left this Democrat with outrageously broad powers. They can spy on who they like, because Bush did it. They don’t have to get warrants, because Bush did it. They can lie to the press, because Bush did it. They can bulldoze Congress, because Bush did it. That make you comfortable?”
“Hell no,” he said.
“Right,” I said. “Too much power is too much power, no matter who is in power. The separation of powers is there for a reason.”
“So what’s the other reason you think he didn’t get the FISA warrants?” he asked.
“That,” I said, “is actually the scarier part. Like I said, FISA has given out those 19,000 warrants and has only denied four. It’s incredibly easy to get a warrant from them. The only reason they’re there at all is to safeguard your privacy and mine, to make sure some crazy maniac in the White House doesn’t start spying on Americans, on personal enemies, on you and me. The NSA can do that, so the FISA court is there as a firewall.”
“OK,” he said.
“So maybe,” I said, “Bush didn’t go to the FISA court because he knew they wouldn’t give him the warrants. Maybe he didn’t go to the FISA court because he wanted to spy on enemies like Patrick Fitzgerald, like Joe Wilson, like Cindy Sheehan, like Tom Daschle or Harry Reid, or anyone else who was messing with him. Maybe he didn’t go to the FISA court because he knew the surveillance he wanted was illegal, but he was damned well going to do it anyway.”
“That ain’t right,” said Ty, his face reddening.
“Now take this all one step further,” I said, “since you asked about the Patriot Act. Think about that Section 215 and the sneak-and-peek stuff. I told you they need to see a judge first to come into your house, search and bug your stuff. But this whole NSA deal shows that Bush and these guys don’t give a hoot in hell for judges, warrants or the process of law. They’re going to do what they want to do, warrant or not. We’ve got a situation now where Bush and his people could not only be ordering the surveillance of Americans, but could also be authorizing home invasions, and all without any kind of warrants and oversight. What does that sound like to you?”
“Fascism,” he said without hesitating.
“This is the reason,” I said with a smile, “why I don’t talk politics at the bar. I have a way of going on and on until the paint peels. But let me ask you one last question.”
“Shoot,” he said.
“As a Bush supporter,” I said, “how far are you willing to go to support the guy? How much individual liberty, how many laws, are you willing to give up to Bush before we lose the country? How far is too far?”
Ty didn’t have anything to say at first. “This,” he finally muttered, “is too damned far.”
At that moment, a crowd of people came into the bar, and Ty had to check their IDs. I went back to my beer.
Drip, drip, drip.
Y'know, the only people I've ever known who could repeat a conversation verbatim were females. Now, I'm not one of them and my eyes glaze over when I have to listen to one of these types of conversations. My best friend is one of those who can repeat a he-said - she-said 3 hour long conversation.
Ya think Pitt might have a bit of the estrogen in his system? Would explain his kewl cowboy getup while he was visiting ditchwitch.
I Believe
By William Rivers Pitt
t r u t h o u t | Perspective
08 September 2003
On most nights, you can find me belly to the bar at Charlie's in Harvard Square, feasting on the meatloaf special and a glass of Harpoon I.P.A. I like to take my dinner there because they have four televisions in a row above the mirror, and because the other regulars are as interesting a mob as you will find in the city. Two of the televisions will usually be showing the Red Sox game, and the other two will be tuned into CNN or MSNBC.
Jen, the bartending warrior-goddess who runs the ship at Charlie's, is as news savvy as anyone can be from watching television. One of these days, on a slow night, I am going to sit down with her and fill in the gaps that linger still in her understanding of present matters within and without the United States of America. Those gaps are not her fault. She goes to the television for her information, and the television is a liar. In this, she is like many Americans. I can't sit down with all of my fellow citizens, but I can bend Jen's ear the next time things are dull. I can tell her what I believe.
It seems Will Pitt can't keep his mouth shut in bars. Does Ty work at Charlie's?
Tell them to try Charlie's in Harvard Square. Unless Pitt has changed watering holes.
“Now take this all one step further,” I said, “since you asked about the Patriot Act. Think about that Section 215 and the sneak-and-peek stuff. I told you they need to see a judge first to come into your house, search and bug your stuff. But this whole NSA deal shows that Bush and these guys don’t give a hoot in hell for judges, warrants or the process of law. They’re going to do what they want to do, warrant or not. We’ve got a situation now where Bush and his people could not only be ordering the surveillance of Americans, but could also be authorizing home invasions, and all without any kind of warrants and oversight. What does that sound like to you?”
I spent the entire division series, the entire American League championship series, and the entire World Series sitting in the same bar (Bukowski's Tavern)
http://www.scoop.co.nz/stories/HL0410/S00339.htm
I think Pitt is an alcoholic, crying out for help.
I just now called Charlie's (Kitchen) in Harvard Square. No one works there by the name of Ty.
I also called Bukowski's a couple of minutes ago. No Ty works there either. I even asked if there is someone from New Orleans who works there. Answer was negative. So you can scratch Charlie's Kitchen and Bukowski's Tavern off the list of possible places where "Ty" works.
Ask them if they've ever HEARD of Will Pitt. He acts like these are "his" watering holes, so they should obviously know a pompous, self-aggrandazing socialist with a penchant for pretensious prose.
Come to think of it, would Midnight Cowboy-type bars even have big bouncers?
Pitt can't even get straight what he drinks. In another thread he says:
walked down to my favorite bar and fired down a pint of Mojo IPA
In this thread he says he drinks:
Harpoon I.P.A.
Pitt can't even keep his drinks straight. How can we expect him to get his bars and bouncers' names right?
Is that you, Petra Verkaik?
We FReepers always wear our PJs out:
Hmmm! I don't have a gold star by my troll's name so I can't do any searching. Wonder if Speed is still trolling over there. Or maybe Frank.
I think ole Will needs all the imaginary friends he can get.
Cheers? With PJ as the Cliff character?
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