Near-about clear skies and warmish temperatures this late-afternoon Wednesday here in California’s Central Valley — rain forecast for tomorrow and Friday, but now it’s best to enjoy the now.
On the list of cringe-worthy, shitty items bubbling in our news feeds today and maybe in a long time, this from SCOTUS freaking-ass sucks — it hurts as a cruel, nasty insult to moral legal principles, plus it pisses the living-fuck out of me:
? BREAKING: Supreme Court has *granted* cert and will consider presidential immunity.
Argument is set for week of April 22, an expedited timeline. pic.twitter.com/JiFQd7BBw1
— Kyle Cheney (@kyledcheney) February 28, 2024
The whole shooting match should have been a non-starter for SCOTUS — no one is above the law, even such pieces of shit as the T-Rump, a horror-wreck of a human being with a lifetime of crime behind him.
Despite the absurd question at the legal frontal lobe of the case — ‘“whether and if so to what extent does a former president enjoy presidential immunity from criminal prosecution for conduct alleged to involve official acts during his tenure in office”‘ — should have been a laughable no brainer (ship T-Rump’s appeal back to the U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia) and let the ruling from the three-judge lower-court panel to strand. And tell T-Rump to go suck an ass-wipe.
Now, not only will there be a massive break in proceedings as the trial was expected to start next month, the case might not make it before the election in November. And shit-fire, if T-Rump wins he could pardon his own sorry ass and never face any justice at all. Shit-on-a-stick.
Charles P. Pierce at Esquire this afternoon nailed the horrid-stink:
This is awful. These SOBs just cheated the American people out of an opportunity to know all the facts in electing the next president. They just cleared the runway for El Caudillo del Mar-a-Lago to run out the clock. Hell, they’re not even going to hear oral arguments until April 22. They likely will then spend a couple of months “considering” a legal argument that should’ve been laughed out onto the sidewalk in the first 10 minutes. I genuinely can’t decide if this decision is more corrupt or more cowardly. It could be a consequence of the carefully cultivated conservative majority’s careful cultivation. Or it could be the Court getting weak in the knees in the face of a challenge to the entire constitutional structure. I’d almost prefer that it were the former. It’s simpler and more easily understood.
Aghast to our precarious situation with SCOTUS is the turtle-gasped flatulence-inspired Mitch McConnell announcing today he’s stepping down as top Republican in the Senate after the November election, but won’t be leaving for good until his term ends in 2026 — another shit-on-a-stick without remorse or justice:
Mitch McConnell has been the most successful Confederate since John C. Calhoun. Congratulations to him and his people in their service of evil.
— Elie Mystal (@ElieNYC) February 28, 2024
Further from The Atlantic, aso this afternoon:
Dour, somber Mitch McConnell was gleeful, if such a thing can be imagined. Surveying the aftermath of the January 6 riot, the longtime Kentucky senator concluded that Donald Trump was finished. “I feel exhilarated by the fact that this fellow finally, totally discredited himself,” he told a reporter. “He put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger.”
That was a little more than three years ago. Today, McConnell surrendered to Trump. The Republican leader announced that he will step down from his leadership post in November, meaning that if Trump wins the presidential election, as he currently seems favored to do, he’ll have a Senate Republican leader in place more ready to work with him.
Shit-faced Mitch was not only losing his mind but was also losing touch with the real Republican party — a T-Rump-MAGA-infected organism with no heart, soul, or mind. A horrid nightmare for America in other words. Mitch just figured he’d just scuttle off and retire after heaping this gosh-awful, clusterfuck on us.
Asshole!
A mash of monster ugliness — Bobby Pickett closes the reality gap:
No matter the shit, or not, yet once again here we are..
.(Image out front by illustrator and portrait painter, Tim O’Brien, and can be found here.)