The Supreme Court makes me hate June.
As climatologist Peter Gleick said on BlueSky a few hours ago,
Do I have this right? The Supreme Court affirmed that Donald Trump is a sexual predator, and then gives him unprecedented power to fire those who provide independent oversight at federal agencies?
Tomorrow they will issue their ruling on birthright citizenship (and consensus seems to be that they will uphold its existence because... duh), but that the majority six will find wrongly on the other two remaining cases.
Conservative Patrick Chovanec put it this way:
Over the past year or so, the Roberts Court has batted around a .500. But the half they get right merely hold the line, while the half they get wrong build the foundations for a dictatorship, brick by brick.
It finally became summer here in Minnesota today, so it's over 90°F with high humidity. I have to go do the daily picking of black raspberries regardless of conditions, nationally or locally. They always ripen at the end of June, just as the Supreme Court begins announcing all of its big decisions.
Some day we will have a court structured for justice instead of whatever this travesty is. When that time comes, the berries will still need to be picked every day, but I won't be dreading the news from Washington as I find my way among the thorns.
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