The situation with the problem roommate has been (almost) entirely resolved. I would like to make one solid comment about something I discovered about myself in this process: If you screw with my ability to relax, feel comfortable, and feel safe in my home I will become very vindictive and wish harm upon you and your property. I'm fairly confident that most people that know me would consider me to be a nice guy, laid back, fairly easy going. But if you screw with my home I will become ruthless. I absolutely will not tolerate having my home ruined.
On Sunday afternoon I was sitting in my living room reading a book. My mom called me and I was thus talking to her. As I was in the process of relaying the events that had happened thus far his wife walks in the front door holding his key. Big no-no. The fact that he gave her his key is unacceptable, and then for her to just walk in is worse. She "just wants to come and use the laundry facilities" we have. I told her that I needed to leave (to go to ward break-the-fast) and that I wasn't comfortable with her being in our house alone. After telling me to just wait a few minutes, I told her that I couldn't because I needed to leave immediately (it was already 3:56 for 4:00 break-the-fast).
Then her disgusting, belligerent attitude comes pouring out. Basically telling me that I was out of line to ask her to leave my house. (Mind you my mom is listening to the whole exchange on the phone still). I get fed up with being polite and simply tell her to get out of my house. I tell her straight out that she is not welcome in my house and never has been and that her behavior with respect to my house has been unacceptable. She starts trying to talk back to me, multiple times, each time I cut her off and tell her to, "Leave. Now. Get. Out. Of. My. House".
Finally she steps out of the door and again begins trying to tell me off, to which I simply closed and locked the door. I had told her that she is not welcome, management says she's not allowed in the house, and that if I saw her in the house again I would call the police. Of course now I was afraid that if I left she would immediately let herself back in, but she apparently wasn't that stupid.
However, the next day Papa Funk came down stairs to find her standing in the kitchen! Apparently the roommate continues to think that he will be able to just sneak her into the house when he thinks we're not home. They left when they saw him. They have since come back a number of times, each time with her just coming in even when we're there. It's absolutely incredible the disrespect they have for our home. We spoke to management who told them they needed to have the rest of their stuff removed by Monday evening.
(See, he already has a contract somewhere else and has been moving stuff out for the past 5 days, but continues to use our stuff when it's convenient for him. For example, using our dishes and leaving them dirty on the counter, or pouring the remains of his cereal onto the counter. Or using the laundry stuff, including my dryer sheets and detergent, because it's more convenient apparently. Oh, and they took my Chili Powder! My Chili Powder! Come On! It's $4 worth of spices, was it really necessary to steal it?)
So today, after Papa Funk came home from work to find the front door left wide open (while the swamp cooler was running and they were nowhere to be found, possibly for hours) we decided to finish the job ourselves. We told management that we wanted the locks changed once they were moved out. They had left a vacuum cleaner and a piece of furniture in the house still. So we moved those items outside to the side of the house and changed the locks ourselves.
We were just sick and tired of having to worry about our stuff being gone every time we left the house, or not being able to sit in our own home and read a book without her coming in and arguing with us. So it's done now. They have nothing left inside the house and the locks have been changed, we'll simply give the new keys to management and call it finished. The more vindictive part of me really wanted to simply toss the vacuum and furniture in a dumpster and say, "Well, when we got home the door was left open, so I guess someone stole them, sorry, that's why we close and lock the doors when we leave the house." But Papa Funk told me that would be too vindictive, so we didn't.
The moral of the story is, as I said:
"Don't screw with my home, (fill_in_the_blank)!"
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Well, Duh! FISA Bill
Anyone that pays any attention to national news knows that Congress is in the process of passing a bill which will grant immunity to the telecom companies that helped the Bush administration run illegal wiretaps on US citizens. The purpose of the bill is to provide reforms to the FISA court system. Bush has, several times, proclaimed that the FISA reforms in this bill are absolutely vital to the security of this country and must be passed.
However, I read a very interesting point on this subject just now.
From user Smidge204 on Slashdot:
That thought process smacked me in the face as "Well, Duh!" If those FISA reforms really are that vital to the security of our country then the first bill that Congress passed should have become law as quickly as possible. Instead Bush pocket-vetoed it and demanded that immunity for the telecoms be added. As Smidge points out this means either that protecting the telecoms is more important than our national security or/and the FISA reforms aren't really that important.
That's just disgustingly sad.
However, I read a very interesting point on this subject just now.
From user Smidge204 on Slashdot:
Bush is unwilling to sign FISA without telecom immunity and has actually pocket-vetoed the same bill before because it lacked that immunity.
And yet Bush and most Republicans cry out that FISA is absolutely vital to protecting our country.
This leads us to one of two possibilities:
1) Bush feels that protecting the telecoms are more important than protecting the country, since he is willing to let us go without a revised FISA bill unless we give the telecoms what thy want.
2) The FISA bill is not actually that important for national security, but is more or less a trojan horse for covering their collective asses.
I suppose both are possible, and not mutually exclusive, but faced with this choice I find it far to unsettling that Bush would literally put our whole country at risk (as he himself claims FISA is that important) for the sake of a few dozen CEOs.
=Smidge=
That thought process smacked me in the face as "Well, Duh!" If those FISA reforms really are that vital to the security of our country then the first bill that Congress passed should have become law as quickly as possible. Instead Bush pocket-vetoed it and demanded that immunity for the telecoms be added. As Smidge points out this means either that protecting the telecoms is more important than our national security or/and the FISA reforms aren't really that important.
That's just disgustingly sad.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
If Headlines were more accurate and less sensational
Sometimes I wish I could rewrite headlines to reduce the sensationalism and increase the accuracy.
For example:
Teen decapitated at Six Flags over Georgia
This should actually read: "Stupid kid ignores multiple warning signs while climbing over TWO six-foot fences and ends up dead"
Even ignoring the multiple warning and danger signs you should probably start to wonder if you're supposed to be in a location that required you to climb over two six-foot fences to get there.
Yes, it is sad that he is dead for such a stupid reason. But if the family tries to sue the park I am going to be really annoyed. What more could the park be expected to do?
For example:
Teen decapitated at Six Flags over Georgia
This should actually read: "Stupid kid ignores multiple warning signs while climbing over TWO six-foot fences and ends up dead"
Even ignoring the multiple warning and danger signs you should probably start to wonder if you're supposed to be in a location that required you to climb over two six-foot fences to get there.
Yes, it is sad that he is dead for such a stupid reason. But if the family tries to sue the park I am going to be really annoyed. What more could the park be expected to do?
Friday, June 27, 2008
Why do things like this happen to us?
So that title may sound a little dire, but if anyone recalls in 2006 a bum moved into our apartment for about 40 hours. Now we have situation where we're currently living. Papa Funk and I were roommates at the time of the bum incident, and now we have to deal with this one. Management companies have got to do a better job of screening applicants.
For those not in the know I'll bring you up to speed on the state of our house. Fall/Winter there were 4 of us living here. One got married in March and hasn't been able to sell his contract. The other moved to Japan for the summer and didn't sell his contract. So since the end of April it has just been Papa Funk and I living here, and that has been quite nice.
Last Thursday Papa Funk and I were sitting at home doing whatever. I think he was watching TV I was cleaning the kitchen. It's about 11:00 pm. Someone knocks on the door to say that he's signed a contract and will be moving in and has some stuff to drop off. Ok, that's all well and good. There's a small problem to start with. He has a thick accent (he's Haitian) and some days we can only understand about 20% of what he's saying, so just figuring out the whole "has a contract" thing was kind of tricky. But that's fine, you know, people are allowed to have accents.
His contract didn't technically begin until this past Wednesday, so we told him that over the weekend we'd clear out the room (we'd been using it for storage). So over the next few days he brings over more and more stuff which starts piling up all over, and over the weekend we finally get a chance to pull all of our stuff out of the room and his stuff gets moved in.
Turns out that the reason he's moving in is because he's getting a divorce. Because his wife decided to start smoking and drinking again (she was a convert and they got married in the temple). She would also go out partying with her friends and overdraft their checking account all the time. He finally figured out that that wasn't a good situation to be in.
Also it turns out that Papa Funk knows them because they come to his work. And he knows that his wife is a little bit on the crazy side in terms of being socially/fiscally/generally responsible. He feels that she is not a person we can trust to have in our house, and since the guy is getting a divorce we figure he must feel the same way. So we tell him that we don't want her in our house, ever. And he says he's fine with that.
We help him move stuff in and get his computer set up and stuff and generally be nice to the guy. He's trying to get his life back on track and things are messy, but we're nice.
He officially moved in on Wednesday (got his key from management) and things are fine.
Thursday, (that's the very next day!) Josh and I are sitting at home in the evening and there's a knock at the door. It's his (crazy) wife saying that she's meeting him here and that she'll just wait for him in his room. Standing on our front steps with her bleached-blonde hair done up in the typical Utah Rat's Nest hairdo (gross). We tell her, No, she's not coming in if he's not here. Cause we have no way of knowing if she's coming in to steal his stuff or do something inappropriate, ya know? They're supposedly getting a divorce, which generally means people aren't on good terms with each other. So we tell her to come back when he's home.
Now remember, we told him we didn't want her in our house, to which he agreed. About thirty minutes later he gets home and brings her in, and Papa Funk and I are not happy about it. She's inside for about 30 seconds and starts demanding answers about why we wouldn't let her in; to which we tell her why and she starts talking back at us. We were getting pissed.
Unfortunately for Papa Funk, I had to leave at this point to pick my sister and brother-in-law up at the airport. I didn't get home until about 1:45, so I'll fill in that part of the story from what Papa Funk told me.
He stayed up until about 1:00 waiting for her to leave, because he didn't feel comfortable going to bed with her in the house. She and new-guy finally left and Papa Funk locked the door and went to bed. I got home about 1:45 (as I said) and brushed my teeth and went upstairs. I'm in my room reading and within 10 minutes I hear his bedroom door open (his room is on the ground floor) and then I hear the front door open. Curious, I get up and move towards the stairs to try and determine what's happening.
The way my house is laid out is that the stairs break halfway up and make a 180 degree turn. On that landing is a window. At night this window acts as a perfect mirror to the doorway downstairs between the living room and kitchen/bathroom/bedroom area. So from the top of the stairs I can see a perfect reflection as the front door closes and he walks back into his room, followed by his wife after which he closes his bedroom door. I was not happy about this, but since it was already 2 am and I had work in the morning I decided I wasn't going to go argue with them about it on the spot. I waited for about 10 minutes to see if she would leave before going to bed.
In the morning Papa Funk got up and went to work, and then I got up around 9. While I'm in the shower I can hear his bedroom door open, and then the front door open and close. When I get out of the shower he's up and walking around. So I'm about 99.9% certain that she stayed the night. He snuck her in when he thought we were asleep and then tried to sneak her out in the morning. After we very clearly expressed that we didn't even want her in the house at all, to which he agreed. Of course, since this is single housing, the fact that he brought her into his bedroom at all, regardless of marital status, means that he violated his contract.
I told him straight out when I got done changing that, "She is not allowed to be sleeping here.". To which he tried to tell me a story about her leaving and coming back this morning before I got up. Which would have fit with what Papa Funk observed, because he did not know that I witnessed her coming in and going to his bedroom at 2 am. So after he told his fabricated story, I told him, "I know she came over last night after I got home at 2. So I just want to be clear: She is NOT allowed to sleep here." So he's got to know that he's busted.
Papa Funk and I then spoke to management, because we really don't want to come home one day to find our stuff gone. She's crazy enough to do it, and she is able to manipulate him into doing whatever she wants. So if she manages to convince him to let her borrow his key, we are going to have problems. Management agrees with us (thank goodness) and spoke to him to tell him that she is not allowed to be over here. It makes us really uncomfortable to have her in our house. Then management spoke to us again and said to tell them if anything else happens and he'll be gone instantly (it's nice to have management that loves you as tenants). Luckily, since he brought her into his bedroom, he violated the housing contract and getting rid of him will be rather easy, if need be.
So, now he knows that she cannot be in our house. So if he's stupid enough to bring her over here again thinking we won't find out [shakes head slowly] he's just asking for trouble.
He's a nice guy and all, but he doesn't seem to be in the top ranks of intelligence and allows this woman to manipulate him so much. And we hate worrying if our stuff will be gone when we get home. Or coming home and not feeling comfortable because we don't know if she's going to show up or not. Your home should be a sanctuary. And for Papa Funk and I it has been for months. That peace and security has been destroyed and we don't like it. We get enough stress at work every day, and want to be able to relax at home.
Now we feel like we have to play guard duty on the house day and night to make sure she's not there. I feel like I need to stay up late to listen for the front door, because he's already tried to sneak her in once. I don't like feeling this uncomfortable in my own home. So part of me and Papa Funk almost wishes for her to show up so that he'll be gone and we can get the locks changed and not feel like this. But if he does shape up and keep her away from here, then it's only four and a half weeks before his contract ends and we'll survive.
Sorry for the long post, but that needed to get out.
For those not in the know I'll bring you up to speed on the state of our house. Fall/Winter there were 4 of us living here. One got married in March and hasn't been able to sell his contract. The other moved to Japan for the summer and didn't sell his contract. So since the end of April it has just been Papa Funk and I living here, and that has been quite nice.
Last Thursday Papa Funk and I were sitting at home doing whatever. I think he was watching TV I was cleaning the kitchen. It's about 11:00 pm. Someone knocks on the door to say that he's signed a contract and will be moving in and has some stuff to drop off. Ok, that's all well and good. There's a small problem to start with. He has a thick accent (he's Haitian) and some days we can only understand about 20% of what he's saying, so just figuring out the whole "has a contract" thing was kind of tricky. But that's fine, you know, people are allowed to have accents.
His contract didn't technically begin until this past Wednesday, so we told him that over the weekend we'd clear out the room (we'd been using it for storage). So over the next few days he brings over more and more stuff which starts piling up all over, and over the weekend we finally get a chance to pull all of our stuff out of the room and his stuff gets moved in.
Turns out that the reason he's moving in is because he's getting a divorce. Because his wife decided to start smoking and drinking again (she was a convert and they got married in the temple). She would also go out partying with her friends and overdraft their checking account all the time. He finally figured out that that wasn't a good situation to be in.
Also it turns out that Papa Funk knows them because they come to his work. And he knows that his wife is a little bit on the crazy side in terms of being socially/fiscally/generally responsible. He feels that she is not a person we can trust to have in our house, and since the guy is getting a divorce we figure he must feel the same way. So we tell him that we don't want her in our house, ever. And he says he's fine with that.
We help him move stuff in and get his computer set up and stuff and generally be nice to the guy. He's trying to get his life back on track and things are messy, but we're nice.
He officially moved in on Wednesday (got his key from management) and things are fine.
Thursday, (that's the very next day!) Josh and I are sitting at home in the evening and there's a knock at the door. It's his (crazy) wife saying that she's meeting him here and that she'll just wait for him in his room. Standing on our front steps with her bleached-blonde hair done up in the typical Utah Rat's Nest hairdo (gross). We tell her, No, she's not coming in if he's not here. Cause we have no way of knowing if she's coming in to steal his stuff or do something inappropriate, ya know? They're supposedly getting a divorce, which generally means people aren't on good terms with each other. So we tell her to come back when he's home.
Now remember, we told him we didn't want her in our house, to which he agreed. About thirty minutes later he gets home and brings her in, and Papa Funk and I are not happy about it. She's inside for about 30 seconds and starts demanding answers about why we wouldn't let her in; to which we tell her why and she starts talking back at us. We were getting pissed.
Unfortunately for Papa Funk, I had to leave at this point to pick my sister and brother-in-law up at the airport. I didn't get home until about 1:45, so I'll fill in that part of the story from what Papa Funk told me.
He stayed up until about 1:00 waiting for her to leave, because he didn't feel comfortable going to bed with her in the house. She and new-guy finally left and Papa Funk locked the door and went to bed. I got home about 1:45 (as I said) and brushed my teeth and went upstairs. I'm in my room reading and within 10 minutes I hear his bedroom door open (his room is on the ground floor) and then I hear the front door open. Curious, I get up and move towards the stairs to try and determine what's happening.
The way my house is laid out is that the stairs break halfway up and make a 180 degree turn. On that landing is a window. At night this window acts as a perfect mirror to the doorway downstairs between the living room and kitchen/bathroom/bedroom area. So from the top of the stairs I can see a perfect reflection as the front door closes and he walks back into his room, followed by his wife after which he closes his bedroom door. I was not happy about this, but since it was already 2 am and I had work in the morning I decided I wasn't going to go argue with them about it on the spot. I waited for about 10 minutes to see if she would leave before going to bed.
In the morning Papa Funk got up and went to work, and then I got up around 9. While I'm in the shower I can hear his bedroom door open, and then the front door open and close. When I get out of the shower he's up and walking around. So I'm about 99.9% certain that she stayed the night. He snuck her in when he thought we were asleep and then tried to sneak her out in the morning. After we very clearly expressed that we didn't even want her in the house at all, to which he agreed. Of course, since this is single housing, the fact that he brought her into his bedroom at all, regardless of marital status, means that he violated his contract.
I told him straight out when I got done changing that, "She is not allowed to be sleeping here.". To which he tried to tell me a story about her leaving and coming back this morning before I got up. Which would have fit with what Papa Funk observed, because he did not know that I witnessed her coming in and going to his bedroom at 2 am. So after he told his fabricated story, I told him, "I know she came over last night after I got home at 2. So I just want to be clear: She is NOT allowed to sleep here." So he's got to know that he's busted.
Papa Funk and I then spoke to management, because we really don't want to come home one day to find our stuff gone. She's crazy enough to do it, and she is able to manipulate him into doing whatever she wants. So if she manages to convince him to let her borrow his key, we are going to have problems. Management agrees with us (thank goodness) and spoke to him to tell him that she is not allowed to be over here. It makes us really uncomfortable to have her in our house. Then management spoke to us again and said to tell them if anything else happens and he'll be gone instantly (it's nice to have management that loves you as tenants). Luckily, since he brought her into his bedroom, he violated the housing contract and getting rid of him will be rather easy, if need be.
So, now he knows that she cannot be in our house. So if he's stupid enough to bring her over here again thinking we won't find out [shakes head slowly] he's just asking for trouble.
He's a nice guy and all, but he doesn't seem to be in the top ranks of intelligence and allows this woman to manipulate him so much. And we hate worrying if our stuff will be gone when we get home. Or coming home and not feeling comfortable because we don't know if she's going to show up or not. Your home should be a sanctuary. And for Papa Funk and I it has been for months. That peace and security has been destroyed and we don't like it. We get enough stress at work every day, and want to be able to relax at home.
Now we feel like we have to play guard duty on the house day and night to make sure she's not there. I feel like I need to stay up late to listen for the front door, because he's already tried to sneak her in once. I don't like feeling this uncomfortable in my own home. So part of me and Papa Funk almost wishes for her to show up so that he'll be gone and we can get the locks changed and not feel like this. But if he does shape up and keep her away from here, then it's only four and a half weeks before his contract ends and we'll survive.
Sorry for the long post, but that needed to get out.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Crime and Punishment
I finished reading Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment. A few years ago I tried to read "The Idiot" but got distracted about a third of the way in, and never finished it. So this is my first successful foray into 19th century Russian literature.
I must say, I actually rather enjoyed it. It was somewhat of a tough read that took some energy, but it was rewarding. I probably would have more enjoyed a better translation, but this one (the 1914 Constance Garnett) was mostly intelligible. There were passages every so often that wouldn't make any sense, which I'm not sure if it was just due to poor translating, or if the phrases used made more sense in 1914 than they do now. I will admit, Svidrigailov's suicide was a bit of a surprise to me, perhaps I wasn't picking up on all the nuances of his character or something. I had to do some online reading to fully understand why he did it.
I'm not really sure what it was about the book, but I just liked it. Perhaps it was brutal honesty of Raskolnikov's character, or maybe it was something completely different. Either way, I enjoyed it. Just thought I'd say that.
I must say, I actually rather enjoyed it. It was somewhat of a tough read that took some energy, but it was rewarding. I probably would have more enjoyed a better translation, but this one (the 1914 Constance Garnett) was mostly intelligible. There were passages every so often that wouldn't make any sense, which I'm not sure if it was just due to poor translating, or if the phrases used made more sense in 1914 than they do now. I will admit, Svidrigailov's suicide was a bit of a surprise to me, perhaps I wasn't picking up on all the nuances of his character or something. I had to do some online reading to fully understand why he did it.
I'm not really sure what it was about the book, but I just liked it. Perhaps it was brutal honesty of Raskolnikov's character, or maybe it was something completely different. Either way, I enjoyed it. Just thought I'd say that.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Ahhh, poor IT management is my gain
I'm sitting in a hotel (hotel to remain unnamed) room in Rexburg (I'm here for a wedding) and the hotel is supposed to have wireless internet. The connection was working for about 10 minutes and then crapped out. So I started doing some troubleshooting. Luckily the access points are mounted outside on the balcony completely accessible. So the first step was to try connecting to another of the access points they have, no luck. So I disconnected one of them and plugged in my own ethernet cord, that worked beautifully, so the problem was with the access point itself. So I came back inside and re-associated with the access point. Then I pinged the broadcast to see what IP address would respond, just one. Good, that must be the access point. So I do a port scan on it and discover it indeed has port 80 open (web page access).
I point my browser at the IP address and I get the expected login prompt. I quickly try a few default passwords (usually Linksys devices are setup with no username and the default password is 'admin') this, and a couple of variations didn't work. However, on like my fifth try I got in. Username: 'admin' Password: 'admin'. [shakes head slowly]. If I were a jerk I could simply go around and reprogram each of their access points and cause all sorts of mayhem. But since my goal was to get internet access I moved ahead with that in mind.
Note: First of all, allowing admin logins over the wireless connection is a very stupid idea. Second, leaving the default name and password on access point which allows wireless admin logins is a very bad idea.
But in this case, it worked quite nicely. I then did a wireless scan to find the least cluttered channel (guessing that the connection issues were due to channel congestion). I then switched the access point to run on channel 8, and low and behold everything is working marvelously.
So the moral of the story is: Don't leave admin accounts to your wireless access points using the default information especially if you allow wireless admin logins--- unless, of course, you want to allow a friendly guest hacker to fix your poorly configured network.
I point my browser at the IP address and I get the expected login prompt. I quickly try a few default passwords (usually Linksys devices are setup with no username and the default password is 'admin') this, and a couple of variations didn't work. However, on like my fifth try I got in. Username: 'admin' Password: 'admin'. [shakes head slowly]. If I were a jerk I could simply go around and reprogram each of their access points and cause all sorts of mayhem. But since my goal was to get internet access I moved ahead with that in mind.
Note: First of all, allowing admin logins over the wireless connection is a very stupid idea. Second, leaving the default name and password on access point which allows wireless admin logins is a very bad idea.
But in this case, it worked quite nicely. I then did a wireless scan to find the least cluttered channel (guessing that the connection issues were due to channel congestion). I then switched the access point to run on channel 8, and low and behold everything is working marvelously.
So the moral of the story is: Don't leave admin accounts to your wireless access points using the default information especially if you allow wireless admin logins--- unless, of course, you want to allow a friendly guest hacker to fix your poorly configured network.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Maybe the country can still be saved
Finally some order and respect is returning to the treatment of the Constitution in this country. It turns out that the Supreme Court feels that a US controlled military base, like Guantanamo Bay, still has to abide by the Constitution despite the strongest wishes of Bush and his administration. Finally, the people being held here will be able to demand that our government tell them why and present evidence supporting that reason. If our government doesn't have the proper evidence, the people will be released. This is the first step in restoring our country to what it claims to be, a beacon of freedom and the rule of law. The fact that anyone believes it is OK to keep people imprisoned indefinitely without needing to explain why is disturbing. The fact that the Bush administration has been doing so for years is despicable.
This quote from the right-wing Justice Scalia is rather disturbing: Justice Antonin Scalia said the majority "warps our Constitution." [http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/06/12/scotus/index.html]
I wouldn't consider applying the Constitution in the way it was meant to be applied a "warping", more like saying that anyone the government decides doesn't get to benefit from the Constitution is a warping. Especially since we've also declared those same people to not be prisoners of war, and therefore the Geneva Conventions don't apply either. So the Bush Administration (through Bush's direct consent) declared that the people being held at Guantanamo Bay were neither Prisoners of War (military prisoners) nor civilian prisoners, therefore their treatment could not be defined by either the Geneva Conventions or the Constitution.
I'm glad something is finally being done about it. Hopefully Kucinich's articles of impeachment against Bush will make some progress and we can show the rest of the world that we actually don't like having lying, war-mongering tyrants leading our country.
This quote from the right-wing Justice Scalia is rather disturbing: Justice Antonin Scalia said the majority "warps our Constitution." [http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/06/12/scotus/index.html]
I wouldn't consider applying the Constitution in the way it was meant to be applied a "warping", more like saying that anyone the government decides doesn't get to benefit from the Constitution is a warping. Especially since we've also declared those same people to not be prisoners of war, and therefore the Geneva Conventions don't apply either. So the Bush Administration (through Bush's direct consent) declared that the people being held at Guantanamo Bay were neither Prisoners of War (military prisoners) nor civilian prisoners, therefore their treatment could not be defined by either the Geneva Conventions or the Constitution.
I'm glad something is finally being done about it. Hopefully Kucinich's articles of impeachment against Bush will make some progress and we can show the rest of the world that we actually don't like having lying, war-mongering tyrants leading our country.
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