One Can Be Sophisticated And Believe In

The Court Today Completes The Process Of Converting Title Vii Of The Civil Rights Act Of 1964 From A Guarantee That Race Or Sex Will Not Be The Basis For Often Will.

If, Even As The Price To Be Paid For A Fifth Vote, I Ever Joined An Opinion For The Court That Began: 'the Constitution Promises Liberty To All Within Its Reach, A Liberty That Includes Certain Specific Rights That Allow Persons, Within A Lawful Realm, To Define And Express Their Identity,' I Would Hide My Head In A Bag. The Supreme Court Of The United States Has Descended From The Disciplined Legal Reasoning Of John Marshall And Joseph Story To The Mystical Aphorisms Of The Fortune Cookie.

It Would Also Be Strange To Find In The Midst Of A Catalog Of The Rights Of Individuals A Provision Securing To The States The Right To Maintain A Designated "militia." Dispassionate Scholarship Suggests Quite Strongly That The Right Of The People To Keep And Bear Arms Meant Just That.

Perhaps Sensing The Dismal Failure Of Its Efforts To Show That 'established By The State' Means 'established By The State Or The Federal Government,' The Court Tries To Palm Off The Pertinent Statutory Phrase As "inartful Drafting.' This Court, However, Has No Free-floating Power 'to Rescue Congress From Its Drafting Errors.'

I Am Glad That I Am Not Raising Kids Today. And I’m Rather Pessimistic That My Grandchildren Will Enjoy The Great Society That I’ve Enjoyed In My Lifetime. I Really Think It’s Coarsened. It’s Coarsened In So Many Ways. One Of The Things That Upsets Me About Modern Society Is The Coarseness Of Manners. You Can’t Go To A Movie — Or Watch A Television Show For That Matter — Without Hearing The Constant Use Of The F-word — Including, You Know, Ladies Using It. People That I Know Don’t Talk Like That!