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Today’s Supreme Court Decision: An FAQ

What did the Supreme Court decide today?

Korean.

Pardon?

Alito and Sotomayor were pushing hard for pizza, but Korean won out. You would think the Justices would each order their own lunches, but tradition demands a communal meal. Huge waste of time, too. Takes hours. And then there’s always a fight over whether they should get delivery or send a clerk to pick it up. An incredibly inefficient use of the Court’s valuable time.

You just gonna fuck around for the whole post?

Let’s see!

I repeat my initial query.

The U.S. Supreme Court voted 6-3 in favor of recognizing the basic human rights of a subset of the population.

“Basic human rights” was 6-3?

Hey, “basic human rights” has been on the losing side of 9-0 before.

I have a feeling you’re using loaded and biased language to make a complicated issue seem like a simple one.

I totally am! Well spotted!

Can’t get one by me. Without editorializing, what actually happened?

A word was redefined. Actually, it was most likely defined for the first time.

Explain.

What does “sex” mean?

It means the world to my wife and I. That’s how we connect.

Now you’re fucking around!

We’re scamps. You want me to define “sex?”

Yes.

Uh.

Right. There’s the physical act, but what counts? Sloppy second is not sex, but sloppy third is absolutely sex. Or are you talking about gender? Biological determinism or metaphysical essentialism? “Sex” also means “six” in German. The word “sex” is like the word “love” in that it means so many things as to render itself useless for close-in work. It’s a vague word, and those should not appear in legal documents.

What legal documents are we talking about here?

The Civil Rights Act of 1964.

An incredibly legal document.

Laws issue forth from it! That’s how legal that document is!

Settle down, Beavis. What’s the Civil Rights Act of 1964?

Well, the name kinda explains it. The main thrust of it was: Stop treating black people that way. Had to let ’em vote, live where they wanted, use the town pool, that sort of thing. The differently-religioned and ladies got thrown in, but it was mostly about black folks.

Thrown in?

“Sex” was added to the list of protected attributes–race, color, national origin–at the last minute by a powerful Democratic Senator from Virginia looking to poison the bill.

Wow.

Maybe. He was a virulent racist, but he did go on to support the ERA. So he could’ve been sincere. It’s complicated. Let’s just note that “sex” was a last-minute addition that no one put any thought into.

So noted.

A new protected class was formed, but its parameters weren’t defined. It’s like trying to enforce a dress code at a nudist colony.

Is it?

Probably not. I don’t think that was my strongest simile. I’ll recover, though.

You’re a soldier.

The question, therefore, was What the fuck does “sex” mean? Does it mean identity or orientation?

We’ve already determined I am unable to answer that.

It’s unanswerable. I mean, it’s unanswerable now. In 1964, “you can’t discriminate on the basis of sex” meant “you’re not allowed to fire chicks.” Legal protection for homosexuals was absolutely, positively, 100% not what the framers of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 meant by “sex.” Gay rights wasn’t a thing in 1964, not in the U.S. Congress. And it CERTAINLY wasn’t intended to apply to those lovely transgender folks. The idea that the Title VII protections accorded on basis of “sex” in the Civil Rights Act of 1964 were supposed to be afforded to homosexuals and transgenders is laughable. From an Originalist view, a broad reading of statute is unthinkable.

So why don’t we go with that?

Because Originalism is fucking dumb. It demands that laws be interpreted according to the original, contemporaneous intent of their framers. Which you’ll realize requires telepathic time travel. There’s no way to know what Congress meant by the Civil Rights Act of 1964, and even if there were, which Congress Member are we talking about? Just the writer? Or does the text itself–as though it were sentient–have a will, an intent which can be plumbed? The entire philosophy of Originalism just repeating “What he meant to say was…” over and over, but in Latin.

We shouldn’t go with that.

I admire your velocity in adopting new positions.

You’re so sweet.

So if we remove the option of holding a seance and asking the dead Congressmen what they meant by “sex,” then what’s left is the actual language of the law. This is called Textualism. It’s the legal version of the “Death of the Author” theory

Oh, I Iove that theory. You can make up whatever bullshit you want.

That’s how the legal version works, too! Which is how the Court found 6-3 today that firing someone cuz they were gay or trans was prohibited by Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.

It sounds like you’re unhappy with the ruling.

Not with the effects. I believe in equal protection under the law, and I furthermore believe that many groups of Americans have been denied these rights. The expansion of full citizenship is always a positive. I am in utter favor of the results of the decision.

But?

Everyone involved pulled all of this out of their asses. For 60 years straight! It’s just been sloppy improvisation for 60 years straight! It’s just so…so…

Bush league?

Are there beers left?

I think so.

A Partial Transcript Of The Supreme Court’s Questions, 5/12/20

“All right, everyone ready? Is everyone on the Zoom? Hello, Justice Kagan.”

“Hello, Chief Justice Roberts.”

“Hello, Justice Gorsuch.”

“Hi, Chief Justice.”

“Justice Ginsburg, are you with us?”

“I think so! My granddaughter Louie set up the Zoom on my machine. We call her Louie, because her dumbass parents named her Llewelyn. What kind of name is that for a Jew, I ask you? Llewelyn Ginsburg! Who ever heard of such a thing? Wait, I’m getting an e-mail from the IRS that says I should click on–”

“Don’t click on it!”

SUPREME COURT JUSTICE FALLING FOR THE OLDEST TRICK IN THE BOOK NOISE

“Can we have an IT guy help Justice Ginsburg out, please? Okay, let’s just get started and she’ll catch up. Everybody else ready? I see Justices Alito and Sotomayor are here. Excuse me. Sir? The gentleman in the upper-right corner of my screen. The one in the green tie. Who are you?”

“I am Supreme Court Justice Stephen Breyer.”

“Oh! That’s what you look like! I forget about you most of the time, to be honest.”

“I’m here.”

“Good for you. Justice Thomas, are you ready to begin?”

“Justice Thomas?”

CHIEF JUSTICE PEERING INTENTLY AT A ZOOM CALL NOISE

“Okay, we need another IT guy. I’m pretty sure Justice Thomas has pointed his camera at a picture of himself. Wow. Even for him, that’s lazy. I’m almost impressed. And, last but not least: How are you, Justice Kavanaugh?”

“Call me Brett!”

“Not while we’re wearing the robes, man.”

“Whatchoo wearing under yours, bro? I got a hung jury happening over here.”

“What is in that mug, Justice Kavanaugh?”

“A morning beverage.”

“Is it coffee?”

“It’s coffee-flavored. Dude, lemme plug my OnlyFans account.”

“Inappropriate.”

“I flash grundle.”

“Don’t make me mute you this early. Ladies and gentlemen of the Supreme Court, we are here today to continue hearing arguments over whether Congress has the authority to force a sitting President to hand over financial documents. Speaking on behalf of the President is Jay Sekulow. Hello, Mr. Sekulow.”

“Did I hear you say ‘Case dismissed?'”

“No.”

“What about now?”

BING!

“Did you just Venmo me a hundred bucks?”

Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“Knock that off. Mr. Sekulow, can you summarize the President’s argument for us?”

“Yes, Chief Justice. I’d be happy to. When I say SUBPOENA, you say NO WAY! SUBPOENA!”

“SUBPOENA!”

“Mr. Sekulow, are you attempting to initiate some sort of call-and-response dialogue?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We will not have that here.”

“Chief Justice Roberts, well over half my case is based in call-and-response chanting.”

“Not my problem. State your argument.”

“Congress can’t have the President’s tax returns.”

“Because…”

“The Constitution?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“The Constitution.”

“No.”

“Then I was asking.”

“Answer’s still no. Mr. Sekulow, is the President above the law?”

“Yes, but just a little.”

“What now?”

“Well, the President gets whole different law than poor people. He’s way above that kind of law, but so is everyone on this Zoom call. Therefore, aren’t we all complicit in the same hypocrisy? And, if so, shouldn’t that force a mistrial?”

“There are no mistrials at the Supreme Court, Mr. Sekulow.”

“Maybe Congress should look into that, huh?”

“I’m back! It’s me, RBG! That’s what the kids call me, it’s adorable. My granddaughter Louie fixed my Zoom. She is like a whip. Smart like you wouldn’t believe. Not like her father, who I still partially support in a financial sense. Never panned out, that one. The second biggest disappointment in my life, after having to work with Justice Kavanaugh. Johnny, I’m taking the wheel. Ginsburg’s asking the questions now, and we’re gonna get to the Ruth, the whole Ruth, and nothing but the Ruth. You see what I did there?”

“Well done, Justice Ginsburg.”

“I can’t take the credit. That was my Louie. See what I mean about smart? Mr. Sekulow, I have many questions.”

“I may or may not have a corresponding number of answers.”

“Mr. Sekulow, is the President claiming Executive Privilege?”

“Yes.”

“But his tax returns are personal information, not government business. Executive Privilege does not apply here.”

“Yeah, but we’re gonna claim it anyway. Can’t hurt, right? Oh, and we’re also saying that the returns fall under HIPAA rules and therefore cannot be compelled.”

“What does HIPAA have to do with anything?”

“There’s most likely some medical stuff in there.”

“Completely irrelevant, sir.”

“I object.”

“We don’t do that here. Not a thing.”

“I once more call for a mistrial.”

“You know this isn’t a court from Law & Order, right? The Supreme Court has different rules. Have you not been preparing for your appearance, Mr. Sekulow?”

“Why don’t you ask Israel that, Justice Ginsburg?”

“Excuse me?”

INCOMING TWEET NOISE

“Mr. Sekulow?”

“Yes, Chief Justice Roberts?”

“Are you aware that President Trump just tweeted out NASTY JEWESS?”

“I am now, sir. Thank you for telling me. Obviously, I think that’s a very strong tweet.”

“Would you care to characterize it in any other way?”

“No.”

“I’m gonna call it ‘strong.'”

“Wonderful. Mr. Sekulow, leaving aside the abhorrent content of the tweet, do you think it’s appropriate for the President to be real-time commenting on Court proceedings?”

“I think it’s strong.”

“You found a word and you’re sticking with it, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Mr. Sekulow, are there any further arguments from the President?”

“Yes. He is so busy running the country and trying to keep Nancy Pelosi from Chinese-murdering all the unborn babies that this subpoena would be an onerous abuse of his time.”

“Busy?”

“Yes.”

“He’s watching teevee and tweeting out racial epithets.”

“Right! He’s busy!”

“We’re gonna take a recess. Someone wake up Kavanaugh.”