Ding, dong:

... the fucker is dead, the fucker is dead, ding, dong, the rotten fucker is dead! The news, on one hand, is a cause for celebration: he was a really rotten son of a bitch, who probably did more to fuck up the federal judiciary than any other single person in history, though Shrubfucker is giving him a run for his money. From his being one of two dissenters in Roe v. Wade, right up to his engineering the annointing of King Shrubfucker, Rehnny has been fundamentally harmed our country, and the world, perhaps beyond all recovery. Oh course, the last several years of the intentionally styled Anti-Warren Court have been surprisingly unhorrifying, but only in comparison to the nonsense that issued from the high bench for decades under the asshole. I guess after Shrubfucker v. Gore, they had to scale back their long insincere "states rights" jurisprudence.

I can only hope that he died in pain, and that, since he ostensibly believes in hell, he is now there. With any luck, his appointed torturers in hell will be card-carrying ACLU members, black hooded anarchists from Eugene, women who actually want to retain some say over what happens to their bodies, and other people who love civil rights and individual liberties.

On the other hand, the result of this has been a rather frightening acceleration in Shrubfucker's continuing campaign to remake the third branch, long a stalwart of sanity in our government, in the image of a Rapture staging area. His nomination of Johnny Boy, a former Rehnny law clerk, to take up the big reins, was no surprise to me, but definitely ups the stakes. We'll have to see if the Demopublicans bend over and lick the boots of big money and power once again on the now even more problematic nomination of this lockstep partywhore demagogue.

And what will we get next? Will Shrubfucker engage in some insincere, manipulative, condescending racial pandering (ala "¡Viva Bush!", or the making of Condipo his Secretary of State) and nominate Alberto Gonzales or Emilio Garcia? Or maybe some equally disinginuous gender pandering (uhhh, Condipoo?), and nominate one of the Two Ediths: Edith Jones, or Edith Clement? Or will he murder two birds with one stone and go with Janice Brown? And on the topic, how many more stealth nominees does he have lurking beneath rocks? Stay tuned: this should get really, really ugly.