Uh, no. There's no compelling state interest in blowing up abortion clinics. At least, in most states.

Thank you! In a separate comment, I asked if this wasn't already in the law, and whaddya know? Thanks for the reminder (I had Civ Rights and Con Law >30 years ago. A bit rusty).

It's really more a free exercise matter than establishment clause, in which case the matter gets a bit easier? Run traffic signals? Nope? Smoke copious amounts of herb? Nope. Multiple wives? Nope (except in remote southern Utah/Northern Arizona).

You win. You either went to law school, or were awake during the undergrad con law class. In either case, bravo.

That was my thought exactly. The headline is bullshit, and the text of this ND thing really does nothing more than lay out the usual balancing test between religious liberty and compelling state interest. This law will make as much of a difference as the Magik FB Privacy Disclaimer.

Just 50%? Off your game this week?

I thought Joe Eszterhas was terminally ill/dead. I have no idea why.

Well, mission accomplished. "A principal, a resource officer, and a teacher walk into a bar, and the bartender says 'eat moose poop.' " Or something.

This. The point isn't to inoculate ourselves against the ridicule we deserve when we end up writing "initial pubic offering" or some such. It's to let folks know "hey, I know this is short, but right back at ya, and no offense." Perfect for email that requires a yes/no answer only. But I don't respond if I really do…

No, not cursive, dummy. All the cool professional kidz are using Comic Sans these days. Why, it even has its own fan club! [bancomicsans.com]

Ok, that's mean, but at least it's about sports, on Deadspin, for crissakes, so def +1

You've named the near perfect troika of professions that attract assholes.

Yeah, moose turds never really smell at all. It's all just roughage that's undigestable—wood, leaves, whatever. Moose don't eat meat, so their scat ain't all that nasty. I don't think it would be Part of This Complete Breakfast, though.

Kind of like Arkansas, with all the anal rape, etc. #RegionalBigotry

Wow, it seems that my middle-school vice principal found a job in Manitoba.

True story: My mom, sister and I were traipsing through the woods near a lake in Alaska (beaucoup moose up there) and we came upon a pile of what looked to be little misshapen acorns. My mom got my dad and asked him what kind of nuts they were, and my dad nearly hurt himself laughing. They were moose turds, duhhh. We…

"What's the emoticon for covering your bleeding eyes and plugging your ears at the same time?" The same one that stands for people who are in denial that people have sex other than during their college days. #CalmDown

We had all that in my H.S., mostly in "Personal Finance," with some of it in Civics. Not so much on nutrition, though. This was, BTW, >30 years ago.

When I was in 7th grade, 1974, we had a new sort of curriculum that involved once quarter each of, in order, home ec, woodshop, drafting, and art. I'm a guy, and we were among the first cohort of boys who did home ec, and the girls likewise with respect to shop. It was all hella fun.

I think I stole this phrase from a book written by a prof at Skidmore College on the wedding industry. If not, she should get the credit. I just wish I could remember who that was!