Dr. Jones: Hamlet, Crown Prince of Denmark, on the Miers appointment

With apologies to Shakespeare:

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!...O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
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But two months [confirmed]: nay, not so much, not two!
So excellent a [justice]; that was, to [Miers],
Hyperion to a satyr…Heaven and earth!
Must I remember?...and yet, within a month--
Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is [Bush]!--
A little month…why [he], even [he]--
O, God! a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have [deliberated] longer—[appointed Harriet Miers],
My [president’s personal attorney], but no more like [John Roberts]
Than I to Hercules: within a month:
[He appointed Miers], O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous [relationships between the judicial and executive branches]!

It is not nor it cannot come to good….

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Posted by Garett Jones at 10/08/2005 12:29:00 PM