“Poor, poor dear little old Chief Justice Roberts,” chimes in Judge Posner, “the right wing has turned on him! What is a poor deal little old Chief Justice to do when those he thought were his friends turn on him?”
You are no friend when your buddy decides to jump off a cliff onto rocks below. You are no friend when he thinks drinking that entire fifth of Jack Daniels in one sitting is the right thing to do. You are not “goofy” for pointing out that playing White Knight to that biker chick who is getting beaten up by her Hell’s Angels biker dudes is a wise choice. Chief Justice Roberts needs a good old intervention from his asinine Obamacare decision and all Judge Posner can do is whine about those intervening.
Face it Judge, Roberts’ decision was asinine. Nobody–nobody–else in the entire world agreed with him. He basically pulled that line of “reasoning” out of his ass. He chickened out. He lost courage. He wrote the dissent, then switched sides and wrote the majority opinion. He talked out of both sides of his ass and then when he gets called on it Judge Posner whiiiiines that the right wing is “nutty” for calling him on it.
You knew it had to happen…
Bravely bold Sir Roberts. Rode forth from the Supreme Court. He was not afraid to die, Oh brave Sir Roberts. He was not at all afraid to have mean things written about him in the New York Times. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Roberts. He was not in the least bit scared To be mashed into a pulp. Or to have his eyes rhetorically gouged out, And his preeecious Court be bad-mouthed. To have his legacy ripped by E.J. Dionne. And his Court’s “legitimacy” questioned. And his reputation as “an umpire” hacked and mangled, Brave Sir Roberts. His head smashed in And his heart cut out by The Washington Post Editorial Page. And his liver removed. And his bowls unplugged. And his nostrils raped. And his bottom burnt off . And his invitations to cocktail parties cut off…
“That’s… that’s enough music for now lads, there’s dirty work afoot–I have to come up with some bull shit rationalization why I switched my vote on the Obamacare fiasco!”
Brave Sir Roberts ran away. (“No!”) Bravely ran away away. (“I didn’t!”) When danger reared it’s ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled. (“No!”) Yes, brave Sir Roberts turned about (“I didn’t!”). And gallantly he chickened out. Bravely taking (“I never did!”) to his feet, He beat a very brave retreat. (“All lies!”) Bravest of the braaaave, Sir Roberts! (“I never!”) His “legacy” is shot to hell…but he doesn’t care because he thinkin’ “Oh Well! At least the liberals will love me now!” Brave Brave Sir Roberts, you worthless gutless cow! Just go die, you were worthless anyhow…Cowardly Sir Roberts you f#cked us all to hell!
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Who doesn’t remember Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis in Top Gun back in 1986? Who didn’t have a crush on Kelly McGillis (BEFORE I knew she was a carpet muncher)? Well here is a recent picture of both of them. Men age well. Women spoil. Drop the old hag and find a younger one. Or two…
via iowntheworld [Better put some coke on that.]
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