There are people now questioning the very foundational legitimacy of the Supreme Court. I know that because I am one of them.
Lines have been irrevocably crossed, standards have been violated and trust has been forfeited.
SCOTUS justices are no longer sober arbiters. They are power-drunk executives of Political Action Committees.
Go back and watch and listen to Alito, Gorsuch and Kavanaugh lying their asses off during their respective confirmation hearings. They were not under oath, so I guess that makes it ok, right? Not really.
My current fantasy is to talk Susan Collins into a card game. I’d clean her out and steal her grandkids’ inheritances inside of ten minutes. Can you say, ”gullible”? Again?
And then there’s the Ginny Thomas travesty, too. Let’s not forget that.
You know, Chief Justice Roberts has always struck me as a quiet, mannerly gentleman. But if he locked those other eight robes behind closed doors and raised his volume to 340 decibels and threw in a few hyphenated epithets, I would not blame him in the slightest.
Let’s add J.D. Vance to the seemingly endless list of Shameless Toadies Who Have Forever Lost Their Dignity. You were right the first time, snake.
As a corrections official, you never want to have a “special relationship” with an inmate, do you?
So, it wasn’t just a Trevor Noah joke. Last weekend’s White House Correspondents Dinner has in fact proved to be a COVID super-spreader event. What the hell did they THINK was going to happen? There was no guess-work here. This is no mystery. This was not “bad luck.” This was math and science being math and science. It was inevitable. It was GUARANTEED, in fact. How long is it going to take for people—of all political stripes—to realize that Hey 19 don’t give a fuck about your politics, your religion or your “own research”? How long? I don’t know. Clearly two and a quarter years and a million American deaths has not been long enough. We suck.