Independence Day, SCOTUS, and Creepy Bill de Blasio (posted 7/7/23)

I’ve been back in town for a couple of days, trying to catch up and digest the recent news.

I was supposed to fly home on Monday the 3^rd, but my flight that day was delayed to the point that I wouldn’t have been able to catch my connector in Charlotte.  So I flew home on the 4^th, and missed the fireworks.

But I still got to see some, and in a new way.  After my layover, we took off from Charlotte at a little before 9:00 p.m., and as we climbed out, I saw probably two dozen small fireworks going off at various spots beneath the plane.  Those were all private displays, since it wasn’t quite fully dark then, and they were cheerful sights.

They were going off everywhere: on cul de sacs and in backyards, in at least one park, and alongside several ponds.  Within the next half hour or so, we flew over several other sizeable towns, and though the plane was a lot higher, you could still see small volleys of town fireworks down there.  Even as we descended into Gainesville around 10:30, there were still some stragglers, lighting up the sky within a few miles of the airport.

After all the recent vitriol aimed at our country, and the distressingly widespread cultural decay and loss of civic pride, it was encouraging to see those signs of affection and celebration of a nation and culture this is worth fighting for.

Still, watching those small displays of color and lights against the backdrop of a vast landscape as it was descending into darkness also evoked a melancholy that felt like more than just a visual metaphor. 

But I refer you to the Simpson family motto that appears on the familial crest – which I am not making up, even as I’m skeptical that the Appalachian branch of the Simpsons ever had a coat of arms.  (Though it seems like that coat of arms, if it existed, would feature a pair of crossed Kentucky long rifles, under a Wonder Dog, rampant.) 

That Latin motto – which I am now suggesting to the Great and Powerful CO that the CO cite adopt as its own – is “nil desperandum.”  As you might guess, the English translation is “Never Despair.”   

That motto lines up nicely with two quotes I usually think of during patriotic holidays, both from WWII Marine hero Lewis Burwell “Chesty” Puller.  (During a long career of badassery that included leading Marines on Guadalcanal and Peleliu, and during the Inchon landings, Puller was eminently quotable.)

The quotes are: “We’re surrounded on all sides and badly outnumbered.  They can’t get away from us now!” and “We’re not surrounded, we’re in a target-rich environment.”

Upon landing back home I was greeted by my wife, who had the good judgment to bring Cassie the Wonder Dog with her.  It was great to be met with a frenzy of sloppy kisses, ecstatic jumping around and tail wagging. 

And the dog was happy to see me, too.  (BOOM!)

I have continued to watch the reaction to the SCOTUS rulings from last week.  Last year I mentioned that for the first time ever, I read two actual SCOTUS rulings – the Dobbs case overturning Roe, and the gun case out of NY – and was pleasantly surprised at how logical and understandable they were.  I’ve heard excerpts of last week’s Creative 303 free speech case and the affirmative action case, but this weekend I’m going to read them in their entirety. 

In the meantime, it’s been entertaining to watch the Dems continue taking the SCOTUS decisions about like you’d expect: they’re all over media and social media spewing a bunch of lies (not discriminating is racist, it’s “judicial activism” to stick to the constitution instead of making stuff up that agrees with them, etc.).  They’re also renewing calls to pack the court.

(Funny how they never saw any problems with the court when it was issuing many blatantly unconstitutional rulings over the last 50 years.)  

They’re also throwing themselves on the floor, and pounding on it with their tiny fists, and promising to hold their breath until they die if the court doesn’t give them what they want RIGHT NOW!

AOC wants to subpoena John Roberts and drag him before congress for questioning that sounds like it would amount to, “How dare you disagree with me and my juicy booty (my words, not Martin Simpson’s)?”

My favorite reaction came from Imhotep Pelosi, who emerged from the base of the pyramid she lives under to give an interview to obsequious leftist mouthpiece Jen “Hacky” Psaki.  After agreeing that packing the court might be worth looking into, Pelosi also said that, “there certainly should be term limits.”

Got that?  The woman who first took office during the reign of Cheops the Indignant in 1548 BC thinks that justices shouldn’t be able to stay in their positions for too long. 

Again, it’s funny that she never objected to RBG staying on the court, even when that octogenarian jurist had the posture of a jumbo shrimp and couldn’t speak an intelligible sentence.  But since the two of them were friends and co-religionists (in the church of Marx) – rumors that when they first met they discovered that they frequented the same embalmer have not been confirmed – she was happy to see RBG stay on the court until her dying day.

Well, she wasn’t happy on THAT day, since RBG’s passing gave Trump one more appointee to SCOTUS.  Ah, how that sweet memory warms my heart in this metaphorical winter of our discontent. 

Let me close with some news that it would take someone with a heart of stone to laugh at: horrifically terrible ex-NYC mayor and groundhog-killer Bill De Blasio and his goofy activist wife Chirlane McCray are separating.

By now we’re all used to seeing terse press releases from divorcing famous people: “We are sad to announce our separation. We will continue to be there for our kids, and ask that everyone respect our privacy during this painful time.”  So normally I would not comment on this.

Except that these knuckleheads announced their split during a narcissistic three-hour interview with the New York Times!

During that ordeal, Bill whined that dealing with covid during his mayoralty “made me emotionally very needy.”  He quoted a Tibetan Buddhist.  He said that the couple won’t be divorcing, but that they will be dating other people.  He played a song that includes the lyrics, “If you found some other dude/ What do I do?/ If he loves you truly/ How could I not love him too?” 

It was so bad that I found myself agreeing with the NY Intelligencer, whose headline to the story was, “Oh God, Why Are [They] Telling Us This?”

But the “crème de la cringe” of the entire story was the little detail that when they married, McCray was… wait for it… an out lesbian!  Which he knew, probably from the article that she wrote called – I swear I am not making this up – “I Am a Lesbian.” 

De Blasio, showing the same kind of judgment he used in running a once-great city into the ground, said, “There was a part of me that would at times say, ‘Hmmm, is this like a time bomb ticking?  Is this something you’re going to regret later on?’”

Ya think?! 

When I was a young man and looking for a wife, I had a set of positive qualities I was looking for:  Shares my faith, good character, good sense of humor, hot as a two-dollar pistol, etc.

While I think that kind of list is still useful today, I also think that any young men in that position in 2023 probably need to include a set of negative qualities to avoid in a potential wife, too:

Doesn’t say “my truth,” “cis gender,” or “micro aggression.”

Doesn’t have to be a Republican, but cannot be a Democrat.

And so on. 

But sadly, in 2023, it is apparently necessary to start any list of qualities in a prospective wife with an all-caps headline at the top of the page:

NOT A LESBIAN!

Biden delenda est!

“Dr.” Jill Biden/ Bill “Duh” Blasio, 2024!