Ever wondered how to become a member of the Supremes?

Today marks the start of the most convoluted Supreme Court confirmation battles in history. Judge Neil Gorsuch, President Trump’s pick to replace Justice Scalia, will appear before the US Senate Judiciary Committee, and endure questioning as to his eligibility to become the country’s 113th Supreme Court justice. I recently wrote about the issues behind the […]

via Confirmation process of a US Supreme Court nominee. — thelegalwingofit

The Legal Wing of It has the information you’re looking for! With the Senate Hearings beginning yesterday, it could be a good idea to educate yourself on the process of what it takes to become a Supreme.


Why You should care about Scalia’s Death.

Your Classic Overachiever wrote a very informative entry on why the death of Justice Scalia matters. Everybody, especially those not in the legal field, should understand what implications Justice Scalia’s sudden death has on cases being heard this term, and what it means for this election season.

Everybody knows of Justice Scalia’s talent for writing intense and sometimes insulting dissents, but he was so much more than that. He was a pillar in the Conservative community, interpreted the Constitution in a strict way, and Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s best friend. The hole that he leaves is a large one (literally and figuratively) and the process to fill it will be a long and arduous one.

Source: Why You should care about Scalia’s Death.

Justice Scalia’s chair is draped in black.


Oh the weather outside is a fucking shitshow

So I’m inside with lots of alcohol,
Because there’s no place to go,
Imma drink, Imma drink, Imma drink.

I do not encourage cracking a beer (or two) on this book because of its soft baby cover which is easily damaged by liquid and insults. 

Be strong. Be drunk. Be hydrated because hangovers are no joke.

Police Officer goes above and beyond in care for kids

Grab your tissues, everybody, this is a sad one.

I was watching the news this morning when the most heartwarming story came on. I’ll summarize it as best I can.

Officer Nathan Bradley is a 24 year old Georgia police officer who was on duty when he got a call for a car accident with the possibility of fatalities. When he arrived on the scene he was given the responsibility of going to the home on their driver’s licenses, less than a mile away, to inform whoever was home about the two fatalities.
Officer Bradley rang the doorbell and four kids (ages 13, 10, 8 and 6) answered the door, all in Halloween costumes. The oldest child said no adults were home- their parents had left a little while ago to buy face paint, told them they would be home soon and not to answer the door. This officer went back to his squad car to figure out what to do; there weren’t any adults in the home to notify. The grandmother of the children was contacted and notified about what happened, but lived in South Florida and it would take seven hours for her to get to Georgia. His superiors suggested that the officer call DCYF and have them take care of these kids until their grandmother could take them.
Officer Bradley couldn’t bear to ruin Halloween for these four kids by telling them what about their parents deaths, so he told them that their parents weren’t able to take them out tonight, their grandmother was going to meet them later on, and he was taking care of them in the meantime. He brought them to McDonalds and Burger King for burgers, french fries, and milkshakes before bringing them to the police station for movies, candy, and popcorn. Numerous officers dropped by with even more candy and badges to give the kids, who slept at the police station that night.
The grandmother arrived early the next morning, and took custody of the four kids once they were told what had happened. The kids will have to move from Georgia to Florida with their grandmother, and needed $7,000 to transport their parents bodies to Florida for burial.
Officer Bradley started a GoFundMe for these kids to help mitigate the expenses of their parents funeral. Within three days, nearly 10,000 people have donated a total of $360,506. Any amount that goes beyond expenses will be put into four trusts for the kids education. He’s kept in contact with these kids who now consider him part of their family.

This police officer is a shining example of what all people should aim to be. I wanted to share this message with all of my readers who I know will be just as touched as I am.

Here is a link to the GoFundMe in case anybody would like to donate, Go Fund Me.

How to watch the Democratic Debate while in law school

Step 1: Gather your books

Step 2: Gather your computer

Step 3: Gather your alcohol

Step 4: Play this game:

  1. Drink every time a candidate goes over their time
  2. Drink every time a candidate gives Anderson Cooper attitude about going over their time
  3. Drink every time Hillary slithers out of answering a question
  4. Drink every time you forget there’s five people on the stage
  5. Drink every time Webb gives you the angry old man vibe
  6. Drink every time Chafee says something stupid
  7. Drink every time you see the pile of books next to you
  8. Drink every time O’Malley makes you think of “Thomas O’Malley the alley cat”
  9. Drink every time Sanders sounds like an old jewish grandmother giving you life advice
  10. Drink every time a commercial comes on
  11. Finish your drink when the debate ends and you realize that you have an 8 AM tomorrow

Step 5: Chug some water, make somebody bring you to Taco Bell for fourth meal, and go to bed! Congratulations, you’ve survived the first Democratic Debate! 

Spending the weekend with the Pope. Yes, we’re best friends.

Okay, maybe that title is a little exaggerated, but still. As everybody knows, unless you live underneath a very large rock, the Pope endured a 6 day tour of the United States which included stops in DC, NY and Philly to say mass, kiss babies, bless the sick, and hopefully take some selfies with the Rocky statue.

M and I stayed in Philly all weekend, venturing out only to hear the Pope speak. I felt like a hermit crab sticking his head out to see what’s going on, then pulling it right back in again. We tried to go running but there were so many streets shut down that we did a baby 2.17 mile run then ran back inside to watch Netflix. Although we did take a walk down into Center City (aka zombie apocalypse central) to get rid of cabin fever and pick up a delicious cannoli from Potito’s Bakery. (Shameless plug, that place is amazing and I want to eat everything behind the glass!).

Since I failed at getting tickets to get anywhere near the Pope, we utilized the roof deck on M’s building. We camped out up there on Saturday night and Sunday afternoon with drinks, snacks, and a blanket. We couldn’t really hear the Pope (he spoke in Spanish), so we improvised and found a live stream on the internet so we could read what he was saying close to real time!

Here are some pictures!

Here’s the Art Museum
The Philadelphia skyline at night. Isn’t it beautiful?
The sunset over University City.
People swarming the Pope Mobile. If you look closely, you can see him standing! (Hint: He’s in white!)
Some refreshments that we brought up to enjoy. Notice the Art Museum in the background.

It was really amazing to be able to spend this nearly once-in-a-lifetime opportunity with M. He’s so special to me and I’m glad I was able to have this experience with him.

I still hate law school. Only 11 more weeks left until the end of fall semester!

Dzhokhar Tsarnaev and the Guilty Verdict

On April 15, 2013 everybody knows what happened at the Boston Marathon finish line. Everybody saw the pictures, the videos, the 24 hour media coverage.

My friends and I were seniors in college in Boston, getting ready to graduate and take the next steps in our lives. Marathon Monday is a holiday in Boston- schools are closed, day drinking occurs, and everybody goes down to the Marathon finish line to watch the runners finish the race. As seniors, my friends and I spent a few days trying to figure out what to do on that day off- Go to the marathon finish line, or go out to a bar, or both?

One of my friends had never been to the finish line before; I had been my freshman year and was open to going back. That same friend spent the night before out drinking and was hungover. I suggested going to Jerry Remy’s and grabbing a drink later in the morning (typical college behavior) and then figuring out a game plan. She agreed. We met there, started drinking and decided to meet another friend and move to another bar- one right across the street. We never made it to the finish line.

After our second round, the three of us received news alerts that an explosion happened at the finish line. Our first thought was a transformer blew, second thought, fireworks. The notion of a terror attack never crossed our minds, not until the third news alert. By that time, we were full of anxiety- the room seemed quiet and loud at the same time, it seemed extremely big but claustrophobically small. Somebody asked the bartender to change the channel to the news- she did. My friends and I got up and walked out of the door.

Outside, the weather was perfect for April. A little chilly, sunny, not a cloud in the sky. It was the perfect day to run a race, day drink and just enjoy time with family and friends. Groups of people walked by us, smiling, laughing and cluelessly drunk. It was surreal; they had no idea what had just happened only 1 mile away. Walking down the street was like a dream- I knew a bit of what happened, my friends knew exactly what I did, these people had no idea. I had to restrain myself and act like a normal human, at least until I got to my friend’s apartment.

The short walk to her apartment was the most paranoid walk of my entire life. I kept looking around, expecting something, anything to happen. Nothing did. Then came the sirens. So many sirens.

Once at her apartment, each of us set out and call our parents, friends, and family to let them know we were okay and safe. The news was turned on, phone service was nearly turned off because of the mass influx of people attempting to make contact with their loved ones. The three of us were glued to the television, slowly learning bits and pieces of information, the sounds of the television broken only by ambulance sirens.

The television ended up being shut off after a few hours, and our other friend left. I hunkered in and stayed with my other friend for the night. Neither of us got much sleep. At around 2 or 3 AM, I remember putting the television back on for no other reason than just to know more information. My friend came out of her room and we just sat there in silence- For us there was nothing else to talk about than what happened. She made plans to go back to her parents house, lots of my friends did. The bombers were still at-large, people were fleeing the city.

I didn’t feel right going to my parents house. They couldn’t do anything, going home wouldn’t make me feel safer. I walked back to my Chinatown apartment, passing by the Prudential Center. The city was silent. Police tape was hung up and created a huge crime scene area, bomb sniffing dogs were everywhere, so were the military style tanks.

The manhunt lasted 4 long days. I tried not to leave my apartment. Instead, I made camp on my futon and watched the 24 hour news cycle for as long as I could until I needed sleep. With no rumors of sightings and various calls of bomb threats on other buildings, I felt paranoid. On day 4 I debated on going home to my parents house which was 60 miles away, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the city. Later that evening, the news everybody had been patiently waiting for- Suspect #2 was captured! He was hiding just outside the police search field, inside of a plastic wrapped boat in Watertown. Scribbled on the wall of the boat was his manifesto, which was punctured in some spots by streaks of his blood and bullet holes. Suspect #1 had been killed during a police shootout in Watertown and he was allegedly run over by his brother suspect #2.

Fast forward to April 8, 2015- only seven days shy of the two year anniversary of the Boston Bombing. Dzhokhar Tasarnaev was found guilty of all thirty counts- seventeen of which make him eligible for the death penalty. Even though Massachusetts doesn’t have the death penalty, this case is being tried in federal court and therefore allows a punishment of death. On April 21, 2015, the sentencing phase of the trial begins and the same jury that gave us the guilty verdict will hold the Boston Bomber’s life in their hands.

Personally, I do not want him to be sentenced to death- Dzhokhar wrote in his boatside manifesto that he was jealous of his brother Tamerlan for becoming a martyr and dying for what he believed in. While it is impossible to know what the jury will do, any choice that they make will be made with the utmost competence based off of the evidence and arguments presented by both sides.

It feels good to finally say Dzhokhar Tsarnaev- convicted Boston Bomber.

Proud to be Boston