Give me a C. A bouncy C. (Irving Cohen, anyone?)
Thank you Coleman & Leigh. Herein you’ll find my discussion of the sorcerer’s apprentice, the fascinating Christine O’Donnell. I thank Zeus for her because (a) she infuriates the snarky, snotty, snooty lefty panjandrums and (b) equally infuriates the bloated, hoary, right-wing big shots like Karl Rove. So what if she’s against masturbation (or my favorite term “self-abuse’), dabbled in witchcraft and believe that human brains were transplanted into mice. Big whoop.
Those fingers in my hair.
Come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
And now, a moment for incongruity. From O’Donnell to Holmes, my favorite justice whose writings were nonpareil in terms of clarity, lucidity and sheer brilliance. I provide to you a primer on SCOTUS basics and doublespeak, e.g. strict construction, originalism and the like. In a number of examples provided herein (as the post tags indicate), I describe to you how the Court is activist by nature, has indeed legislated from the bench and prays that you’ll never understand how it works.