Friday, June 28, 2019

Suppose it were Friday clxxiv: In the last week of June





Oh, my, yes. Tell you the truth,
I do, too. The final day of any
annual term of the American high
court always encourages one to
kick back on the deck, and savor
the strands of mental majesty in
all their interweaving splendor,
even as we steel ourselves for a
deprivation for ever so long, to
tantalize the thoughts with vi-
sions of undiscovered postures.

Just today, to bask in the anci-
ently unheralded, not to say em-
phatically contradicted revela-
tion, that it's no business of a
Federal Court how a State may a-
buse the right to vote, is both
to know the bluntest stupefaction
and the keenest delectation of a
latitude in jurisprudence in de-
nial of its definition, bestowed
to our humble porch since corpor-

If this is not a wondrous burning
of a bush, it is at least a cel-
ebration of intellectual torsion
at its contrapposto finest. Yet if
quirement for a census which fol-
lows its inscribed prescription, 
it is that no one need be granted
a vote just because he is counted.

































Rucho v. Common Cause

Department of Commerce
  v. New York






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