Justice Scalia
I am not glad when someone dies, but I will read Scalia’s obituary with some comfort and relief.
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February 13, 2016 By: Juanita Jean Herownself Category: Uncategorized
I am not glad when someone dies, but I will read Scalia’s obituary with some comfort and relief.
Just so you know about Marfa. I have seen them myself. They are weird.
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Ole Scout, if Ginsburg had died, the GOP (after they quit dancing) would be pushing a GOP president to whip a nomination and approval through if there were three weeks left in his/her term, and we all know that.
1In a more measured tone, I was saddened to see Scalia’s death in his bed at a remote hunting ranch in far west Texas become a political football before they could even get a hearse to pick up the body. Likeable or not, and I did not like him at all, he was a Supreme Court Justice and as such, he deserved to have his death handled with something more than the absurdly speedy , “get rid of him quick, kind of treatment. A call of death by natural means from a judge in another town on the basis of a phone call to his doctor. No autopsy. No formal handling of the body. Truly a sad and sorry way to deal with his death.
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