No court has found merit in the Schindler family's appeals, yet the case made its way out of the hands of the state of Florida, and directly into the chambers of the United States Senate - after the U.S. Supreme Court had repeatedly refused to hear the case.
Late this past week the United States Senate, led by the stalwart Dr. Bill Frist, passed a bill, in record time, to reinstate Terri's breathing tube. This esteemed body was provided with the most expert medical guidance available, as Dr. Frist offered his opinion of her condition based upon his viewing "several of the initial tapes," whatever that meant.
The good Dr. Frist is clearly wasting his talents in the Senate. He certainly is America's premiere medical diagnostician, obviously capable of rendering an opinion from 1,200 miles away simply by viewing videotape snippets.
With those kinds of skills, who needs brain scans, lab reports and personal doctor-to-patient observation?
The House of Representatives was then called back for a rare weekend session, the sort of gathering reserved for, say, a massive terrorist attack, or a presidential assassination, or some horrendous occurrence that affects pretty much all Americans.
It was now time for DeLay to take up the gauntlet.
How convenient for Ol' Tom to have this situation come to the surface in a Bush state just when he is about to be hog-tied, tarred and feathered, and run out of D.C. on a rail. Could there be a better vehicle to show DeLay's warm and fuzzy side while diverting our attention away from his laundry list of illegalities and misdeeds?
Unfortunately for Tom, and fortunately for us, he doesn't have a warm and fuzzy side. His public demeanor runs the gamut from snide and arrogant to self-righteous and superior. His utter insincerity toward Schiavo's crisis couldn't have been more obvious if it had been O.J. lamenting Nichole's demise.
To DeLay, she was just another opportunity to curry favor with an increasingly irate American populace.
Tom DeLay makes Newt Gingrich look like a Boy Scout.
And following in lockstep right behind Grand Pooh-Bah DeLay, there was a tremendous outpouring on the Hill of assurances of the Almighty's wishes. How did so many members of Congress, especially Republicans, know exactly what God wanted for this poor woman? When was a direct line to Heaven installed in the Capitol?
Lest we forget, there's brother Jeb. He continued to be right in the midst of the fray, swingin' and a-kickin', apparently the mediator between the Schindlers and the righteous on the Hill. This wasn't difficult to discern since Jeb proudly boasted to the national media that he was in constant communication with both the Schindlers and Republican leaders in Washington.
Like he doesn't have a vested interest in this affair.
Keep your name and face in that national media, Jebbie, Ol' Boy.
And how could Katherine Harris live with herself if she wasn't skulking around, sticking her nose in it, too?
We finally learned just what it takes to get George to cut one of his four-year-long vacations short, leave Crawford and fly back to the White House. A major terrorist attack? The threat of war? The gold reserve running dry? A tsunami? No, nothing so inconsequential as any of those.
Late this past week the United States Senate, led by the stalwart Dr. Bill Frist, passed a bill, in record time, to reinstate Terri's breathing tube. This esteemed body was provided with the most expert medical guidance available, as Dr. Frist offered his opinion of her condition based upon his viewing "several of the initial tapes," whatever that meant.
The good Dr. Frist is clearly wasting his talents in the Senate. He certainly is America's premiere medical diagnostician, obviously capable of rendering an opinion from 1,200 miles away simply by viewing videotape snippets.
With those kinds of skills, who needs brain scans, lab reports and personal doctor-to-patient observation?
It was now time for DeLay to take up the gauntlet.
How convenient for Ol' Tom to have this situation come to the surface in a Bush state just when he is about to be hog-tied, tarred and feathered, and run out of D.C. on a rail. Could there be a better vehicle to show DeLay's warm and fuzzy side while diverting our attention away from his laundry list of illegalities and misdeeds?
Unfortunately for Tom, and fortunately for us, he doesn't have a warm and fuzzy side. His public demeanor runs the gamut from snide and arrogant to self-righteous and superior. His utter insincerity toward Schiavo's crisis couldn't have been more obvious if it had been O.J. lamenting Nichole's demise.
To DeLay, she was just another opportunity to curry favor with an increasingly irate American populace.
Tom DeLay makes Newt Gingrich look like a Boy Scout.
And following in lockstep right behind Grand Pooh-Bah DeLay, there was a tremendous outpouring on the Hill of assurances of the Almighty's wishes. How did so many members of Congress, especially Republicans, know exactly what God wanted for this poor woman? When was a direct line to Heaven installed in the Capitol?
Lest we forget, there's brother Jeb. He continued to be right in the midst of the fray, swingin' and a-kickin', apparently the mediator between the Schindlers and the righteous on the Hill. This wasn't difficult to discern since Jeb proudly boasted to the national media that he was in constant communication with both the Schindlers and Republican leaders in Washington.
Like he doesn't have a vested interest in this affair.
Keep your name and face in that national media, Jebbie, Ol' Boy.
And how could Katherine Harris live with herself if she wasn't skulking around, sticking her nose in it, too?
We finally learned just what it takes to get George to cut one of his four-year-long vacations short, leave Crawford and fly back to the White House. A major terrorist attack? The threat of war? The gold reserve running dry? A tsunami? No, nothing so inconsequential as any of those.
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