Monday, February 26, 2018

Tiffany Trump to the Rescue?

By now Second Daughter Tiffany Trump—fourth child of the second marriage of That Guy in the Oval Office—is well into the first-year curriculum at Georgetown Law School where she began her studies last September.

Among other legal subjects, Tiffany is becoming familiar with:

— How American governing by separation of powers applies to the operation of the Executive Branch, the two Houses of Congress, and the Judiciary,

— The process by which federal laws are drafted, enacted, and thereafter interpreted, amended, regulated, and enforced,

— History of the Supreme Court and many of its seminal decisions, including a variety of challenges to the exercise of power by the Executive Branch and the various Executive Departments (generally, Cabinets such as the Department of Health and Human Services),

— Basic rights guaranteed by Constitutional Amendments including those enacted during Reconstruction, especially Due Process of Law and Equal Protection Under the Law,

— The elements of a crime including obstruction of justice, collusion, and conspiracy,

— How to draft contracts that are fair and enforceable rather than unconscionable, void, or voidable,

— Fundamentals of federal income tax law and how to understand and apply sections of the Internal Revenue Code,

— Matrimonial law including the equities and enforceability of prenuptial agreements such as the one her mother signed, and

— The essentials of real estate transactions including land acquisition, construction, licensing, and financing of real property such as casinos, hotels, golf resorts, wineries, and condominiums.

Tiffany will also be participating in “Moot Court,” during which she will be assigned to write an appeal brief for a fictional jurisdiction with real legal citations favoring a particular position, and then present the case with oral argument before a panel of “judges” along with her classmates who will argue the other side of the same case or either side of another case in favor of either the Appellant (the party appealing) or the Appellee (the party defending).

Although law school Moot Court does not traditionally require the trial court skill of taking the depositions of parties, the transcripts of such depositions can be referenced in the documents being included in the Appendix of the briefs, and if those depositions include lies, evasions, or contradictions, the law school student “attorney” presenting the case must refer to such matters if they are pertinent to the arguments on appeal.

These as well as other matters may be a sore subject for our Tiffany.

By now Ms. Trump is the only member of the immediate Trump family who has even a glimmer of the recurring errors made by the Trump administration in just about everything it tries to achieve as its woefully inept staff ignore the most fundamental concepts of American jurisprudence. Our Girl at Georgetown is in the process of learning why and how her father’s administration keeps losing its cases on appeal.

In the end, Tiffany will know more about the missteps of her father's faux administration than any other member of the Trump clan (with the possible exception of Daddy's big sister Aunt Maryanne Trump Barry, retired federal appeals judge).

Just imagine Tiffany Trump’s chagrin during class when and if the errors of the Trump administration, beginning with the pitifully drafted first immigration ban as a purported executive order immediately after Trump was inaugurated, are dissected by her peers in a classroom full of future attorneys.

Just imagine.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Subway Riders in Queens Stranded with “Fast Track”

Past weeks have confirmed that the huge mass of non-influential subway riders in the Borough of Queens, New York City, have been bearing the brunt of so-called “Fast Track” repairs, intended to speed up maintenance and replacement of outdated subway signals and tracks.

Not just late evenings.

Not just occasional weekends.

Not just holidays.

This has become an everyday occurrence, admitted—directly to this writer—by none other than Joseph Nocerino, Transportation Community Coordinator for Queens Borough President Melinda Katz.

More low-income and immigrant subway riders travel from and back to Queens every day than from any other borough. They have little political clout.

What they do have is mountains of endurance and patience to navigate the maze that has become commuting from Queens on almost any day and at almost any time of the day, evening, or night.

Nocerino confessed to me that this state of affairs is expected to continue for at least two more years, during which time there is often a game of “gotcha” going on for riders, who are frequently confused and dazed when they encounter the delays and welter of notices splattered all over the large maps on subway platforms (to the tune of “Dem Bones”):

“The R Train expected on the F line
“The F Train expected on the Q line
“The E Train expected on the F line
“And forget your plans for the M.

“The D Train won’t get you to the E line
“The B Train is skipping to the C line
“The C Train ain’t running ’long the E line
“And you can’t take the A anymore.

“Express trains running on the local line
“Local trains roaring down express tracks
“And both being cancelled in a heartbeat
“Don't you hear the word of the Lord?

“Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
“Dem poor folks shunted to the 7 line
“Where the N Train changes to the W
“And everything runs on the Q . . . .

“Don’t you hear the word of the Lord?”

Yesterday’s subway traffic snarls that left platforms dangerously overloaded with commuters, baby carriages, suitcases, and other desolate travelers was a continuation of the problems during weeknight evenings beginning at the unseemly hour of 7 p.m. and accelerating at 9:30 p.m.

In the end, nearly everyone was forced to travel far out of his or her way to the 7 Train Roosevelt Avenue stop and overflowed the platforms three levels below hoping somehow, anyhow, any time to make it onto a train home to central Queens. A minimum of two hours each way. Time is money, and family time, and meal time, and rest time. But we seem to spend a huge part of each day stranded on those damnable trains.

With no end in sight and incompetence of the MTA ruling the day.

Shame!