Judging a Judge
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You know, Americans never fail to act like idiots.
In other cultures, in other times and places, great respect was reserved for the oldest members of the group. Ancient people felt that the longer one lived, the more wisdom one accrued. One need only think of the wizened farmer in "The Seven Samurai" who said so little but knew all there was to know about running a village.
Here it's different. Grandpa goes off to the nursing home, where he's treated like a heavy sack of manure.
And today we welcome a fifty-year-old, Roman Catholic lawyer to the Supreme Court. This man carefully concealed his agenda as he sailed through hearings. He is a mystery to all of us ... and he'll be minding the farm, oh, perhaps for the next 30 YEARS.
Like King Henry VIII, Justice Roberts will be a force to be reckoned with for decades and decades and decades. Is he blind, like Justice is supposed to be? Or is he a "judge of faith?"
We here at "The Gods Are Bored" say with great trepidation:
Hey ho, hey ho,
Roberts gonna deep-six Roe.
Hey ho, ho Hey,
Civil Rights will go away.
Hey ho, sniff sniff,
Never get my legal spliff.
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS