“At its most basic, the idea [is] that when the Constitution says, 'The executive power shall be vested in a president,' it means only the president. All members of the executive branch derive their authority from the president, and Congress can’t put limitations on the president’s power to remove executive branch officials. In a self-governing republic, voters have to be able to hold someone accountable (emphasis added)."
Wednesday, February 25, 2026
#56 / The Supreme Court Has A Plan (Oh, Yeah?)
Tuesday, February 24, 2026
#55 / Saying Something Nice About Neil Gorsuch
As Justice Gorsuch makes clear, the difficulty of passing legislation is a constitutional feature, not a fault. “Deliberation tempers impulse, and compromise hammers disagreements into workable solutions,” he writes. “And because laws must earn such broad support to survive the legislative process, they tend to endure.” He rightly calls the legislative process “the bulwark of liberty.”
Monday, February 23, 2026
#54 / Wrecking Ball
Sunday, February 22, 2026
#53 / Soul To Soul
When The Deal Goes Down
Where wisdom grows up in strife
My bewildered brain, toils in vain
Through the darkness on the pathways of life
Each invisible prayer is like a cloud in the air
Tomorrow keeps turning around
We live and we die, we know not why
But I'll be with you when the deal goes down
We eat and we drink, we feel and we think
Far down the street we stray
I laugh and I cry and I'm haunted by
Things I never meant nor wished to say
The midnight rain follows the train
We all wear the same thorny crown
Soul to soul, our shadows roll
And I'll be with you when the deal goes down
The moon gives light and it shines by night
I scarcely feel the glow
We learn to live and then we forgive
O'er the road we're bound to go
More frailer than the flowers, these precious hours
That keep us so tightly bound
You come to my eyes like a vision from the skies
And I'll be with you when the deal goes down
I picked up a rose and it poked through my clothes
I followed the winding stream
I heard a deafening noise, I felt transient joys
I know they're not what they seem
In this earthly domain, full of disappointment and pain
You'll never see me frown
I owe my heart to you, and that's sayin' it true
And I'll be with you when the deal goes down
Saturday, February 21, 2026
#52 / What Do You Know About Big Sur?
Friday, February 20, 2026
#51 / The Royal "He"
Thursday, February 19, 2026
#50 / AI "Helps Out" On A Really "Long" Document
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Wednesday, February 18, 2026
#49 / Here's A Homeownership Idea
Tuesday, February 17, 2026
#48 / It's Time To Revive The Teach-In Movement
Dear Dean Triantis:
I graduated from Stanford Law School in 1969, and I have benefitted greatly from the education I received there - way back when the Law School was still located on the original Stanford Quad.
This letter is to suggest - to "urge," in fact - that you, and faculty members, and interested students, make arrangements to hold a "Teach-In" - or many "Teach-Ins" - at the Law School, or more generally on the Stanford campus, to start helping current students confront the distressing failures of the Congress, and many of our elected officials, to protect and defend what most call "democracy," and what I usually call "self-government."
As I hope you agree (though it is, in fact, distressing to admit it), our Constitutional Republic is under attack - an attack coming from within - and many people are confused about what's happening, and what we can, and should, be doing in response. The faculty and students at Stanford Law School should be speaking out, and providing good advice and counsel!
I hope you think that this would be a good idea. Please let me know if I can be of any assistance. All best wishes!
Sincerely,
Gary A. Patton
Monday, February 16, 2026
#47 / Stammtisch
In 1943, two artist friends who fled the Nazis and landed in New York City decided to host a weekly meeting with other refugees. At this stammtisch, as they called it, they could talk freely, in German, about art and politics and the culture they missed from home.
Week after week, the stammtisch moved around the many German restaurants on the Upper East Side. And it kept going, even after the war ended and one of the founders died. And when their regular restaurants began to close, they met in a nearby apartment, and then another, and another.
For 82 years, they spoke German together virtually every week until last Saturday, when the Oskar Maria Graf Stammtisch finally decided to disband.

















