Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia can kiss my big blue butt.

Get ready for this.

Scalia goes to speak at SMU and says —

He spoke of schoolchildren coming to visit the Supreme Court and calling the Constitution a “living document.”

“It’s not a living document. It’s dead, dead, dead,” he said.

What the hell?  If it’s dead, you sorry sonuvabitch, it’s because you killed it.

You little pipsqueak, allow me to remind you of the words of Barbara Jordan during the impeachment of Richard Nixon —

Earlier today, we heard the beginning of the Preamble to the Constitution of the United States: “We, the people.” It’s a very eloquent beginning. But when that document was completed on the seventeenth of September in 1787, I was not included in that “We, the people.” I felt somehow for many years that George Washington and Alexander Hamilton just left me out by mistake. But through the process of amendment, interpretation, and court decision, I have finally been included in “We, the people.”

Today I am an inquisitor. An hyperbole would not be fictional and would not overstate the solemnness that I feel right now. My faith in the Constitution is whole; it is complete; it is total. And I am not going to sit here and be an idle spectator to the diminution, the subversion, the destruction, of the Constitution.

Scalia needs to resign.  If the constitution is dead, then I don’t have the right to vote.

This walleyed snot nosed hissy fit is brought to you thanks to Texas Ellen.