Judge Roy Moore and Ala-damn-bama. What more needs to be said? But it’s me, so I’ll say a few words moore.
The on-again-off-again Chief Justice of the Alabama Supreme Court and self-appointed Justiciar to the Lord Almighty was completely kicked out of his job by other Alabama judges because he will not, will NOT, abide by the Separation of Church and State, or federal orders upholding same. We all know about his 10 Commandments statue, which ended up being a monument only to his intransigence. It got him relieved of duty, but he surprised everyone and ran again for the same job, and won.
Forget it, Jake. It’s Chinatown.
Recent rulings including Obergefell were a huge step forward for gay rights. But they really stick in the craw of theocrats like Moore, and, in a case brought by anti-gay marriage petitioners, he’s throwing more judicial temper tantrums to prove it. In a 170-page decision, authored by God, transcribed by Moore, but translated from the original crayonglyphics by his clerks, I’m guessing, Moore treated the dissent in Obergefell as the majority, claimed the case only pertained to that one couple, and upheld his previous order for Alabama probate judges to stop issuing same-sex licenses. In the meantime, Moore et al gave a head fake toward contrition, and dismissed the anti-gay marriage petitions. So, it’s not illegal, but you can’t legally do it in Alabama?
Moore’s contempt for SCOTUS, the Constitution and for gay rights oozes from all 170 pages. It remains to be seen if SCOTUS, on behalf of the Constitution and all Americans, straight or gay, find that contempt contemptible, and actionable. It’s seems that they may, if this next case is any indication.
One of the inevitable downsides of gay marriage is gay divorce. E.L. and V.L. were an Alabama lesbian couple. E.L. gave birth to 3 children. Then they moved to Georgia, where they were able to get married, and V.L. legally adopted the kids they were raising together. Then they went back to Alabama. Then 5 years later, they split. The custody stayed with the birth parent, but Judge Moore and the Alabama Supreme Cretins denied V.L. any visitation rights, despite the fact that she was as much a parent to those kids as my parents, neither of whom is biologically related to me, but both of whom have been Mom and Dad since I was adopted at 3 months.
In a unanimous ruling (yes, even Uncle Clarence, who seems lost without Nino), the US Supremes dumped on Judge Roy Moore’s legal argle bargle trying to interpret Georgia adoption law in God’s favor. No hearings, no briefings, no dissents, no muss, no fuss. His interpretation, according to SCOTUS, “would comport neither with Georgia law nor with common sense.” (That’s “I Call Bullshit” in SCOTUS-talk.)
Want a reason to stay energized for November, even if your preferred candidate is not the Democratic nominee for President?
Imagine Judge Roy Moore on the United States Supreme Court.
Even though I’ve been Deputy Director of Homeland Security here at the World’s Most Dangerous Beauty Salon for some time, now, it took awhile for Ms. Juanita Jean Herownself to get tired of lending me her key, and give me my own. This only after I convinced her that if my cousin, Jesus Hachecristo, really wanted to throw an after hours party in here, the want of a key wouldn’t stop him. This dazzling logic seemed to work, although I think it helped that she was medicated and half-blind at the time.
