Sometimes a perfect radiance percolates from the dankest muck

We don't know whether to credit

the Napoleonic fatuousness of

Louisiana's legal lineage for

any of the ingeniously still-

born stuff in Marty Feldman's

worry for intact children in

woolly families, or whatever

he was thinking, against the

plain and glaring defense of

children in Justice Kennedy's

opinion for the Supreme Court

of the United States in the

cases striking down populist

homophobia in recent preced-

ents; we just know to relish

the sight of such desperate

dislocation twixt subject and

judgment, while we can, in

these waning hours of bigot-

ry's hoariest stand. 

Sometimes a perfect radiance percolates from the dankest muck. It is the gift of any anguished exposure of ignobility, to furnish in the extremity of its indefensibility the very predicate and path for a resolved exodus to loftier ground. 




In his stunningly personal
declamations, extending dir-
ectly into passive aggressive
self-pity for epistemological
isolation, this judge went way
beyond the call of this duty,
in resounding tones of Confed-
erate martyrdom at its lowest.

Could anyone be ungrateful to

notice, that Marty was enter-

ing a rant against a settled

matter, the right of unmar-

ried couples to adopt child-

ren, as an illegitimate human

interest for Louisiana to

resist, against children's

spilling out into congenital-

ly innocent hands? Such was

his deliriously inventive

way of asserting that mat-

rimony is not a fundamental

right - a position bound to

strike a chord in every home -

but that propagation more or

less is obligatory, maritally

ornamented or not. 

Stella!