I just got an email -- not a robo-mail, a real email, from somebody I actually know -- about the Supreme Court. The Dog-star now officially rages; all bedlam is let out. When your friends start fretting about the Supreme Court, it's time to head for the hills until mid-November.
It's hard to find a picture of the Supreme Court that does justice to the supernal silliness of that institution. Clarence Thomas' waxwork face -- Ginzburg's lace doily -- Roberts' Rotarian false grin -- Kagan's striking resemblance to her dad, the crooked real-estate lawyer, an old antagonist of mine. Scalia, looking like a bouncer in a downscale night club. What a rogue's gallery. And that horrible overblown 1930s satrap-style temple of theirs; like the Parthenon put through a trash compactor. Octastyle, for grandeur, but... petite. Real estate in DC is quite expensive.
Still, if my good-hearted friends are to be believed, these nine goons, in their masquerade garb and their boutique mausoleum, have all our lives in their judicious hands.
Let the record show that the same reactionary court which gave us 'Citizens United' also upheld Obie's Compulsory Tithe To Insurance Companies. Is this a case of refined sedulous legal reasoning? A road-to-Damascus change of Roberts' heart? Or -- and this is the null hypothesis -- business as usual, in both cases? What elite consensus wants, the Supreme Court -- in its infinite wisdom -- finds a way to grant.