I love a good filibuster

Harry Reid is croaking along, nearing his 8th hour. Carl Levin is helpfully lobbing him questions and the aides are putting up the charts as they are called for.

It's really pretty interesting, passionately delivered stuff, but maybe I see it that way because I think this judicial ram-through is the perfect picture of the arrogance, ideology and nastiness of Bushco.

Maybe by the time it's my bedtime, Harry will return to his stirring reading of the book he has that pedantically presents the history of an obscure Nevada mine. Of course, I feel so bad for him that even that may not help me sleep.