reading? what's that?

finished the murakami over the weekend. i think friday. it was all right. i wasn't as keen on it as i've been of previous books.

saturday i started reading "death of innocents". man oh man. the book consists of two case histories of men executed by the state. i read the first one, and gosh, but there were holes in the prosecution's case i could maneuver a hot air balloon through. reasonable doubt, you bet! i'm not really down with capital punishment anyway but, sheesh, even less so when the individual didn't even do the crime. miserable, frustrating.

simultaneously reading the current "harper's", and i'm in the midst of the lewis lapham essay detailing why our president should be impeached. sometimes lewis can go a little off the deep end but here he has copious sources and footnotes. i almost want to read the conyers resolution to impeach the man. i may look for it; it's probably on this here net somewhere.

the things people in power get away with just plain staggers me. the audacity, both of the president and his administration and of the prosecutors of the first man in the prejean book. (i imagine i'll be similarly outraged when i read of the second man.) it freaks me out that people can be so thoroughly cruel and arrogant and single-minded.

long live jon stewart.