We Are Gathered Here Today…

…not to celebrate Justice Anthony Kennedy’s wishy-washy career on the Supreme Court, but to rue the void he leaves behind. Once Trump fills the vacancy with a ratfink sycophant of no account, many expect the Court to further distance itself from the realm of real life. This has some, like reproductive rights activist Robin Marty, pondering a future where Roe v. Wade is overturned.

SCOTUS Makes A Ruling For The Ages

Can potentially offensive names be trademarked? Today the Supreme Court resoundingly answered in the affirmative:

In a decision likely to bolster the Washington Redskins’ efforts to protect their trademarks, the Supreme Court on Monday ruled that the government may not refuse to register potentially offensive names. A law denying protection to disparaging trademarks, the court said, violated the First Amendment.

The law at issue in both cases denies federal trademark protection to messages that may disparage people, living or dead, along with “institutions, beliefs or national symbols.”

This is great news for my new premium snack food company Fuck America Biscuits.

Daily Melange

I can’t stop thinking about Sean Spicer.

America’s newest patron saint of live-televised fuck-ups elevated his game to historic levels this week.

After incorrectly saying that Hitler did not use chemical weapons in WWII, President Trump’s thumb-headed mouth piece referred to a concentration camp as a “Holocaust center.”

I’ve wondered about the actual intelligence level of Spicer for some time now.

I get it.

Not everyone in the Trump Administration is stupid, but surely that doesn’t disqualify Spicer from being a few fries short of a happy meal.

This is a guy who’s used the height of two separate stacks of paper as a core talking point.

Remember his first interaction with the press?

It’s gotten to the point where one can easily argue that Spicer at the very least is grossly incompetent.

And I don’t want to hear about him being a diversion. Likening concentration camps to giant Nazi Targets with “Holocaust Center” in block letters emblazoned on the front of the building is so laughably absurd that I literally had to make sure I was not tripping acid before accepting what he said as reality.

Personally, I think Trump has kept Spicer around to appease GOP brass and not look weak by firing his administration’s senior media White House official.

There’s also the possibility that Spicey’s clung to the gig so long because his gaffes are distractive explosions across all platforms of media.

Remember when Neil Gorsuch was sworn in to the Supreme Court?

Will this outrage override the revelations regarding Paul Manafort?

Regardless, I think if you have to call Sheldon Adelson and try to apologize to the entire Jewish people, you are probably going to be fired.

My guess is Trump gives him the axe within the next week.

Heads are already rolling and you might as well cut ties and distance yourself from a guy who you already are concerned looks too much like Melissa McCarthy anyway.

I will miss those sketches though.

Then again, the spice must flow.


In The Radioactive Fallout, Gorsuch Confirmed

I’ll admit I was hard on Democrats when I last wrote about the impending confirmation of Neil Gorsuch to the Supreme Court. I predicted they couldn’t hold Gorsuch off for ten days. They were able to delay his appointment by six additional days. Never trust a prognosticator who appears convinced of their own rightness.

After Democratic Senators proceeded with “ceaseless blathering with a point” (some may call it filibustering), Mitch McConnell and his GOP cadre triggered the long-dreaded Nuclear Option, allowing the Senate to approve the nominee with a simple majority vote.

A nuclear device has been detonated  in our capitol. In the the Wasteland of D.C., survivors struggle to make it through another day using only their wits, their Pip-Boy 3000s and whatever weapons they can salvage. Commerce, such as it exists, is carried out with Nuka-Cola bottle caps. Super mutants may attack trading caravans without warning. Life is ceaseless torment.

Meanwhile, the well-guarded compound that is 1 First Street, NE welcomes its newest resident. He should get along famously with the constitutional originalists. They don’t have television or radios – those came along after the Founding Fathers had passed on – so he’ll be able to enjoy peace and quiet amidst the tumult of the outside world.

(Year Zero/Day Seventy-Eight)

A Foregone Conclusion

It should be obvious Senate Democrats aren’t holding back a knockout punch against Supreme Court nominee Neil Gorsuch during his confirmation hearing. Lacking spine or overly incriminating evidence, Dems are relying on the usual performative questioning about issues important to their voter base.

Roe v. Wade? Check.
The Voter Rights Act? Was there ever a doubt?
Citizens United? You betcha.

The problem isn’t that any of these issues are trivial. The problem is that Democrats are impotent. They can’t make hay out of a new president whose approval rating has already sunk to 37 percent (approval of his Twitter habits have sunk substantially lower, to 16 percent). Their electoral strategy relies almost entirely on their political opponents being comic book villains. Voters will at some point have to give them back the keys, whence they can make largely symbolic progress on some social issues as prisons overcrowd, military spending and actions proceed unchecked and Capital bleeds the poor dry.

The GOP successfully obstructed Barack Obama’s replacement of Antonin Scalia with Merrick Garland for the last ten months of his second term. With Gorsuch, Democrats won’t even hold out ten days.

Friends of Neil Gorsuch should feel free to order their congratulatory fruit baskets.

(Year Zero/Day Sixty-One)