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In recent years, the justices of the Supreme Court have ruled definitively on such issues as abortion, school prayer, and military tribunals in the war on terror. They decided one of American history's most contested presidential elections. Yet for all their power, the justices never face election, and hold their offices for life. This combination of influence and apparent unaccountability has led many to complain that there is something illegitimate--even undemocratic--about judicial authority. In The Will of the People, Barry Friedman challenges that claim by showing that the Court has always been subject to a higher power: the American public. Judicial positions have been abolished, the justices' jurisdiction has been stripped, the Court has been packed, and unpopular decisions have been defied. For at least the past sixty years, the justices have made sure that their decisions do not stray too far from public opinion. Friedman's pathbreaking account of the relationship between popular opinion and the Supreme Court--from the Declaration of Independence to the end of the Rehnquist Court in 2005--details how the American people came to accept their most controversial institution and, in so doing, shaped the meaning of the Constitution.

"At a time when policing in America is at a crossroads, Barry Friedman provides much-needed insight, analysis, and direction in his thoughtful new book. Unwarranted illuminates many of the often ignored issues surrounding how we police in America and highlights why reform is so urgently needed. This revealing book comes at a critically important time and has much to offer all who care about fair treatment and public safety." --Bryan Stevenson, founder and Executive Director of the Equal Justice Initiative and author of Just Mercy: A Story of Justice and Redemption In June 2013, documents leaked by Edward Snowden sparked widespread debate about secret government surveillance of Americans. Just over a year later, the shooting of Michael Brown, a black teenager in Ferguson, Missouri, set off protests and triggered concern about militarization of law enforcement and discriminatory policing. In Unwarranted, Barry Friedman argues that these two seemingly disparate events are connected--and that the problem is not so much the policing agencies as it is the rest of us. We allow these agencies to operate in secret and to decide how to police us, rather than calling the shots ourselves. And the courts, which we depended upon to supervise policing, have let us down entirely. Unwarranted tells the stories of ordinary people whose lives were torn apart by policing--by the methods of cops on the beat and those of the FBI and NSA. Driven by technology, policing has changed dramatically. Once, cops sought out bad guys; today, increasingly militarized forces conduct wide surveillance of all of us. Friedman captures the eerie new environment in which CCTV, location tracking, and predictive policing have made suspects of us all, while proliferating SWAT teams and increased use of force have put everyone's property and lives at risk. Policing falls particularly heavily on minority communities and the poor, but as Unwarranted makes clear, the effects of policing are much broader still. Policing is everyone's problem. Police play an indispensable role in our society. But our failure to supervise them has left us all in peril. Unwarranted is a critical, timely intervention into debates about policing, a call to take responsibility for governing those who govern us.

Henry and Harriet Callins, discovering that all that glitters is not Golden Age, move into a senior retirement residence. Among the exciting events they experience are: waiting for the mailman each day, going to meetings where problems are solved by planning more meetings, well you get the idea. Henry suspects that the residents in the Assisted Living section of the facility are receiving an assist that is detrimental to their health. His curiosity puts himself and his wife in mortal danger

This timely and well-researched study describes for the first tim ethe astonishing acquiecence of executive agency officials, members of Congress, and federal judges to Ronald Regan's assertion of extraordinary new presidential power over the federal regulatory process--the controversial Executive Order 12291.From Harry Truman through Jimy Carter, chief executives complained that federal bureaucrats disregarded their policy preferences. presidential influence over regulatory rule making was limited: congressional committees and interest groups commanded more attention. Then in February 1981 Ronal regan abruptly departed from tradition by ordering that regulatory agencies must submit proposed guidelines for Office of Management and Budget approval.Barry D. friedman describes how the executive agencies and Congress responded warily and with skepticism, yet allowed the changes to remain; the judiciary was also willing to retreat from time-honored precedents that had preserved agency prerogative and now accorded due respect to the revolutionary Regan reform initiatives. Institutions that competed for leverage in the system continued to exercise restraint in their mutual relations because they recognized taht all benefitted from the others' viability.This book shows that conventional political science theories and models are now obsolete because of the eruption of presidential control into bureaucratic affairs. new review procedures have restructured relations between the president and the agencies and among the government's three branches. because of Regan's radical initiative, President Bill Clinton and his successors will sit at the bargaining table when regulation policy is developed in Washington, and political theorists will have to work from a new conception of presidential prerogative.

He endured every parent's worst nightmare.When writer-comedian Barry Friedman's son died from a drug overdose one Friday morning, Barry was devastated--but not surprised. Paul's death had been in dress rehearsal for years. The world alternately froze and galloped after Paul was found face-down in his room. Barry had to find a way to continue, to reject magical thinking and forge a meaningful path for the future. During the following four days, Barry dealt not only with his crushing grief but also incidents ranging from the ridiculous to the profound. What follows is not a eulogy but an elegy for the son he loved but knew he would lose. Barry writes with passion and pain about how to survive the worst life has to offer--and go on living."It's a wonderful book. This is a haunting, achingly honest account of an experience every parent fears more than any other--the death of a child. Barry Friedman is a superb writer; this compelling, compulsively readable book will stay with you long after you finish it." --Dave Barry, Pulitzer-Prize winning writer"Told in sharp shards and jagged pieces that create a riveting and inevitable narrative flow, Four Days and a Year Later is brief, powerful, despairing, and yet ultimately, a hopeful expression of what it means to be human." --William Martin, NYTimes-bestselling author of The Lincoln Letter

One couple. Two stories. One truth. Sort of. Jacob Fishman is miserable. His wife, Cindi, is miserable. His editor wants him to write another book. Suffocating in his own self-consciousness, Jacob decides to explore the frailties, fears, and deficiencies of his life with Cindi including, most tellingly, her desire to have a baby-and his desire not to. He creates Fishman doppelg ngers, literary avatars, to see if their lives can be better than his. He wills himself to the intersection of truth, verisimilitude, and fantasy and finds himself paralyzed once there, no longer sure which events unfold in real life and which exist only in his book. Cindi, watching her life being laid bare, sees her husband as a megalomaniacal provocateur and chafes at his cherry-picking of their marriage and identities. Set in and around the University of Nevada, Reno, Jacob Fishman's Marriages is the story of an author's conceit and what the creation of art excuses. It is the story of a husband and a wife and a husband and a wife-the same husband and wife. Sort of.Praise for Barry Friedman: "This masterpiece would blow away the competition, if there were competition for such a masterpiece, which there is not."-Shane Gericke, bestselling author of The Fury "I haven't been able to get five pages in without having to catch my breath. You're a brave writer, my brother."-Charles P. Pierce, Esquire "Barry Friedman has written a raw, gut-wrenching book about the game-playing side of a marriage gone wrong. But this ain't a fairy tale. This is a brilliant look at a walk on the dark side of life."-Jerry Izenberg, Red Smith Award-wining author of Once There Were Giants and After the Fire: Love and Hate in the Ashes of 1967 "Seeing the broken yet still beautiful world through his eyes is cathartic."- Jennifer Taub, author of Big Dirty Money

Barry Friedman, a veteran of 30 years on the comedy road, delivers another punchline on standup. Filled with garden-variety kleptomaniacs, large, rum-drinking Bahamians, bitter, glorious, troubled, and sex-addicted women with ankle monitors, loquacious drug addicts, first-time Vegas lesbians, and tall, neurotic Jews in sweaters- and these are the sane people-The Joke Was On Me is the story, his story, of laughs and love and almost fame. It's all true-as much as comedy will allow anyway."You can't go on the road with standup comedian Barry Friedman, which is probably good for your health and sanity. But you can feel what it felt like, through this funny, gritty, wondrously detailed, and scarily honest book." Dave Barry "Barry writes so beautifully he actually made me miss shitty one nighters. Thanks A LOT Barry." Carole Montgomery, Host of Funny Women of a Certain Age "He's written a book with all the wisdom and humanity of Alexis de Tocqueville's Democracy in America, but with way better jokes and twice as many clitoral piercings." John H. Richardson "I can neither confirm nor deny that I laughed out loud instead of clutching my pearls while reading the racy bits in Barry Friedman's new book, The Joke Was on Me. Confessions aside, seeing the broken yet still beautiful world through his eyes is cathartic." Jennifer Taub, author of Big Dirty Money

EDDIE HYDE,lives in today's world. What the poor schnook lacks in brains, he makes up in kindness. Eddie's no saint: he's boosted cars and taken things that don't belong to him, and he's not without talent--it takes skill to pick those locks. But all that is behind him. Since he rolled out of Mansfield Correctional Facility he's kept his nose clean. His goals are simple: go straight and stay straight. Maybe eventually find a girl he can love, marry and raise a family. Not easy with all those temptations dangling in front of him. Besides he's secretly in love with Lucy Gates, his parole officer. Eddie fights off all temptation until...

I Love Me More Than Sugar is one cup information, two cups inspiration, and 30 days of coaching that will get you far enough away from the addiction so that you can, for probably the first time in your life, choose the relationship you want with sugar. In this book you'll get the blow-by-blow account of what happens physically, emotionally, spiritually, socially, economically, and mentally when you decide to jump off of culture's default dietary train wreck. Readers of this book get free lifetime access to a companion website with expanded support materials including videos, audio interviews, recipes, and more. On February 28th, 2012, Barry's 9-year old son asked him what he was going to leap for Leap Day. Sitting in the discomfort of the king-sized frozen yogurt he just inhaled, the answer came easily - SUGAR. Leap Day became a 30 day challenge that led to a lifestyle makeover, and the results have been nothing short of human renewal and purification: 38" waist became 32", wrinkle free skin, mental clarity, deep sleep, a quiet mind, and no memory of just how terrible a 2PM crash really feels.

My father, Jack Friedman, CPA (even if he made the diploma himself), and Purple Heart recipient (even if lifted it from the guy in the bed next to him in a Tokyo Army hospital), moved to Las Vegas from Atlantic City when he was 78.He bought a house at 84. The bank gave him a thirty-year mortgage.This is that story. The early years-and by early, I mean his 80s. I spent more time with him at this point in his life than any other. I am a comedian. I had time.This is the first volume of my conversations, arguments, buffets, and philosophical musings with my father from the years 2004-2014. There was "The Mob," the survivor's group of those who buried their spouses, the bowling, the possible death of Bernie, the coupons, the long-suffering Jeannette "who buried two husbands. Did you ever? Two " And always the toupees, many kept in boxes in the bedroom, garage, and sometimes out on the dinner table. My father, though in his 80s, thought he looked 40, and had the energy of a twenty-year-old."I was 16 two weeks ago, Ba. Where did it all go?"As he entered his eighth and ninth decades, he couldn't hear, didn't listen, had no short-term memory, and mostly didn't care.It was the perfect scenario for a son trying to understand his father.As my sister, whose name he couldn't always remember, once said about his approach to life, "He's been like that for as long as I've known him."I should have started this book sooner.

Jack Sh*t 2: Wait for the Movie. It's in Color is the second installment (there will be three) in the life of my father, Jack Friedman. "Pushing 90"-that's how he described the last half of his 80s. Still in good health, he moved to Tulsa, Oklahoma, albeit kicking and screaming."He dragged me here " he'd say, pointing to me, to those who'd ask and those who didn't.He wasn't completely wrong.Before, three, four times per year I'd fly to Vegas to help him find the lost icons on his desktop, change the oil in a car he should no longer be permitted to drive, organize his seven antihypertensive medicines into plastic dispensers, and occasionally find long-forgotten liquified potatoes. For all his ebullience and energy, my father was, in fact, pushing 90, and men that age have strokes and get lonely and forgetful and yell at those who, according to him, moved the roads.He needed to be closer to me. He needed someone to drive him to Panera.When the time came, I thought, better for him to die across town than in a nursing home in Vegas.His dementia when he arrived in Tulsa just visited occasionally. It was parenthetical, enlightening, and often marked by brilliant non-sequiturs. In time, that would change. But during these early years in Tulsa, Jack Friedman was still very much Jack Friedman.