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This is dense:

"As public opinion has changed, it begins to look more like bias and less reasonable to simply categorically remove same-sex couples" from marriage, said Jane Schacter, a professor of constitutional law at Stanford University. "I don’t think the court checks the polls. It’s more how the court weighs the arguments. As ideas become more familiar, they seem less foreign and radical and odd.”

Emphasis mine.

I’m pretty sure the swing votes on the Supreme Court are acutely aware of poll findings. Especially since public opinion is discussed in written arguments, not to mention whatever’s in all those amicus briefs, not to mention whatever comes up during the hurly-burly of oral argument.

And while we’re at the water cooler, what’s an election but a verified poll taken during a prearranged time?

It’s one thing for elected officials to say the Supreme Court isn’t influenced by political concerns, but it’s sort of insulting for an expert on statutory interpretation to say it to a reporter with a straight face.

You kind of suck, Professor Schacter.

The Most Important Legal Philosopher of Our Time Is Dead at 81

“We have an institution that calls some issues from the battleground of power politics to the forum of principle. It holds out the promise that the deepest, most fundamental conflicts between individual and society will once, someplace, finally, become questions of justice. I do not call that religion or prophesy. I call it law.”
 -Ronald Dworkin

The Most Important Legal Philosopher of Our Time Is Dead at 81

“We have an institution that calls some issues from the battleground of power politics to the forum of principle. It holds out the promise that the deepest, most fundamental conflicts between individual and society will once, someplace, finally, become questions of justice. I do not call that religion or prophesy. I call it law.”

 -Ronald Dworkin

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Live streaming update with up-to-second coverage from the Oscar Grant fallout.

(From yesterday’s staff meeting:)
boss: We should lock the doors.
generic: That would be wise, I think.
boss: And we should put that Oscar Grant poster on the front door.
generic: What?
boss: The one they keep posting.
generic: Why?
boss: So they won’t vandalize our building.
generic: …?
boss: They’ll see the poster on our front door and know we’re on their side.
generic: I don’t think riots are that discerning.
coworker: It can’t hurt.
generic: What are we, ancient Israelites?
boss: … ?
generic: You know, how the Angel of Death came and… I don’t know, killed all the 1st born sons of every house?
coworker: What the fuck are you talking about?
generic: They marked the door! I think. With like, a red X of blood or something. It was a code for the angel to only enter Egyptian houses, the ones without the X.
boss: Oh.
generic: You don’t want us to be an Egyptian house. You want us to be a Jewish house. In this particular analogy.
boss: Right.
coworker: Shit’s about to get biblical.
boss: Or not.
generic: Or not.

(From yesterday’s staff meeting:)

boss: We should lock the doors.

generic: That would be wise, I think.

boss: And we should put that Oscar Grant poster on the front door.

generic: What?

boss: The one they keep posting.

generic: Why?

boss: So they won’t vandalize our building.

generic: …?

boss: They’ll see the poster on our front door and know we’re on their side.

generic: I don’t think riots are that discerning.

coworker: It can’t hurt.

generic: What are we, ancient Israelites?

boss: … ?

generic: You know, how the Angel of Death came and… I don’t know, killed all the 1st born sons of every house?

coworker: What the fuck are you talking about?

generic: They marked the door! I think. With like, a red X of blood or something. It was a code for the angel to only enter Egyptian houses, the ones without the X.

boss: Oh.

generic: You don’t want us to be an Egyptian house. You want us to be a Jewish house. In this particular analogy.

boss: Right.

coworker: Shit’s about to get biblical.

boss: Or not.

generic: Or not.

sexpigeon:

Hi. I don’t normally make big purchases. I am adverse to them, even.
But this was a good bike at a nice price. I saved up for it. I wanted this good bike at this nice price.
I had it for two weeks. I rode it twice. Once, on the way home from the store, and then, to Sausalito and back. A beautiful day.
It was stolen from my backyard tonight. Not quite sure how. It was way past the other bikes, all the other bikes in the little bike tunnel in our backyard. It was picked out, selected, stolen, fresh and new. Nothing before has ever been stolen from our backyard.
If you see someone riding around on a bone white Jamis Aurora, punch them in the face. Or maybe ask them, first, where they acquired such a bike, and then if their answer seems in the least bit fishy, punch them in the face, and stomp them, and take their bike away and email me, stat, because I never bothered with nice bikes before, and now that I have, shit, I got robbed. I would like my bike back.
If anyone is going to the robber’s market at 15th and Mission tomorrow, please, look for this. It stands 59cm high, which is too high for lots of people, which will hopefully diminish its resale velocity, which will give you a wider time frame during which to punch a fucker in the face.
(Edits made. Please do not punch anyone in the face. Especially as this is not a particularly unique bike, and you would likely be punching an innocent.)
And, in all seriousness, please, I would like this back. Impossible, I know, but shit. But shit. Shit fuck and all that. I paid so much to ride a bike twice. Embarrassing.
Love,

sexpigeon:

Hi. I don’t normally make big purchases. I am adverse to them, even.

But this was a good bike at a nice price. I saved up for it. I wanted this good bike at this nice price.

I had it for two weeks. I rode it twice. Once, on the way home from the store, and then, to Sausalito and back. A beautiful day.

It was stolen from my backyard tonight. Not quite sure how. It was way past the other bikes, all the other bikes in the little bike tunnel in our backyard. It was picked out, selected, stolen, fresh and new. Nothing before has ever been stolen from our backyard.

If you see someone riding around on a bone white Jamis Aurora, punch them in the face. Or maybe ask them, first, where they acquired such a bike, and then if their answer seems in the least bit fishy, punch them in the face, and stomp them, and take their bike away and email me, stat, because I never bothered with nice bikes before, and now that I have, shit, I got robbed. I would like my bike back.

If anyone is going to the robber’s market at 15th and Mission tomorrow, please, look for this. It stands 59cm high, which is too high for lots of people, which will hopefully diminish its resale velocity, which will give you a wider time frame during which to punch a fucker in the face.

(Edits made. Please do not punch anyone in the face. Especially as this is not a particularly unique bike, and you would likely be punching an innocent.)

And, in all seriousness, please, I would like this back. Impossible, I know, but shit. But shit. Shit fuck and all that. I paid so much to ride a bike twice. Embarrassing.

Love,