Samuel Alito is never going to a State of the Union address ever again, because he found out people don't like it when Supreme Court justices disagree outwardly with stuff the president says, like he did at the last one. Alito does not want to sit there "like the proverbial potted plant," he said, because how fair is it when only the one guy delivering a speech is allowed to talk during the speech?
So I can sit in the gallery (or whatever the fuck it's called) at the Supreme Court and just cold shout shit out whenever Alito or Thomas or Scalia are being morons? Fair is fair.
I plan to visit the Supreme Court when they are delivering the virdict in some damn big case (not that they get any small ones, but some are bigger than others) and right in the middle of the decision yell "I don't Think SO!"
Many years ago I was in the old Warfield Theatre on Market Street (San Francisco) watching the cinema classic Mandingo.
Just about the time the young heir to James Mason's plantation held Ken Norton down in a pot of boiling water with a pitchfork I realized I was the only white person in the audience.
Hey Samuel. It's called "judicial restraint." Try it.
Well played!
Simon Cowell wouldn't tolerate that sort of limiting of judicial powers, either.
You are suggesting that Justice Sammy should be an activist judge, are you?
When the GOP takes over they'll eliminate the State of the Union address as wasteful spending and just issue a press release:
"Thanks to tax reduction everything is good."
So I can sit in the gallery (or whatever the fuck it's called) at the Supreme Court and just cold shout shit out whenever Alito or Thomas or Scalia are being morons? Fair is fair.
joe wilson and sam alito: always cold relyin' on the kindness of strangers.
You beat me to it!
I plan to visit the Supreme Court when they are delivering the virdict in some damn big case (not that they get any small ones, but some are bigger than others) and right in the middle of the decision yell "I don't Think SO!"
Many years ago I was in the old Warfield Theatre on Market Street (San Francisco) watching the cinema classic Mandingo.
Just about the time the young heir to James Mason's plantation held Ken Norton down in a pot of boiling water with a pitchfork I realized I was the only white person in the audience.
I left before the lights came on...
We are suggesting he should be a wedding crashing rapist as well.