Applause for honest men

A massive caterwaul is shaking the mighty pillars as it reverberates around the world at the speed of light. That today Lady Liberty is freshly in the gutter with her dainties around her ankles. A sodomous and violent act perpetrated by US Jurists against her. That we are now a Fascist State. A Communist State. It's the end of our Rights, just today. A violation of concepts that go back to 1215 and the penning of the Magna Charta.

Where do people find pharmaceutical grade Hopium anyways?

What we have here are proof that one can find, in the vast flotsam of lawyers, at least 3 of them with a streak of honesty. Three men only that are willing to plainly state: Suck it, they've been breaking into your homes for ages. And you have let it pass. There is no fresh ruling, precedent, or legislation from a bench here. Just an acknowledgement of the truth from men in black robes too exhausted or terrified to cross their blue betters with a revolutionary act more painful than mere honesty.

Hey, mebbe they're evil.

And they might very well be. But the ruling from the Indiana Supreme Court provides no greater offense than to treat the Constitution as a mere trifle of British Common Law. And Common Law, being what it is, has nothing to do with what was written ages back on moldy documents. It is strictly about what is practiced today.

And for decades the police have been able to walk into your house for any reason or no reason. And for decades we've had only scant accident that gave the victims of the police redress.

Oh, it's very fashionable to pretend otherwise. There's this soft-headed notion of lofty circles that a thing is only true if someone acknowledges it. That a tree that fell in the forest never fell, even if someone were to witness it. No, that reality is dictated strictly by what hushed words are passed at cocktail parties.

Years back when first married we got a good deal on a condo in the gay district. Awkward. Everyone for blocks around, save the wiff and me, was either retired or a member in good standing with the Bathhouse Battalion. They were all old or queer and you know everyone was a smoker that camped out on the stoop at night for social interaction. On one of those regular nights I found myself having a fag and camped out with a fellow coming home from the bar in his boa and pancake makeup when the police swept a traffic stop on the street in front. It should have been an entirely common thing save that it wasn't, and I made the startled observation of how respectful the police were in this neighborhood.

"Oh honey, you're so cute!"

"Fuck you, Jonathon"

Jonathon raise his arm a dagger to the west and leaned low tones close to my ear: "Do you know how many lawyers are gay? Go three blocks that way."

And if that's not the best argument you've ever heard for gay rights then you're blessed to have never dealt with the police. The poorer sorts have long known that the only safety from the King's Men was to find a hovel as close to the Rainbow neighborhoods as they can. Outside that Knight's fee was the hinterland overrun with blue wolves.

And if you still don't get it: The vast bulk of politicians are lawyers. Do the math.

If you're going to fault the Jurists in Indiana then fault them as you like for treating the Constitution as Common Law. Just know that if they didn't, that they never would've been appointed by the Governor and State Assembly in the first place. But it's a mark of low men to kill the messenger. And despite that I'm a low man I'll still applaud these Indiana fags for finding enough crimson in their flag to have a moment of refreshing honesty.