Delaware Liberal

DL Open Thread Thursday, Sept. 2, 2021

Today’s media freak-out is over the Committee of GileadU.S. Supreme Court upholding a Texas abortion ban by a 5-4 vote. The real test will be when it’s put into practice, because the state won’t enforce it — it’s relying on private citizens to file lawsuits against providers and patients, and SCOTUS acknowledged it’s constitutionally questionable. I truly don’t understand how such people can show standing, but hey, Texas. I have a feeling this isn’t going to work out as planned, because I don’t think it’s been planned at all.

For example, some Gilead-humpers set up a snitch line so people could rat out their suspected abortion-receiving neighbors anonymously. It didn’t take long for the American public to swing into action, rendering the site useless by inundating it with Shrek memes. Would have gotten away with it if it weren’t for those pesky kids.

Someday in the future, assuming there is a future, people are going to wonder how the media became fascinated by a crackhead-turned-Jesus-freak pillow salesman and his delusions about history’s greatest villain, Donald Trump. They’ll say, “Jesus, he wouldn’t quit even when he had to sell his private plane to fund his legal defense,” all for a libel suit he wouldn’t be in if he had just shut the fuck up about things he knows nothing about. Then again, if conservatives shut the fuck up about things they know nothing about they’d never get to speak.

You thought Trump was a half-assed mob wannabe? (Well, more like double-assed, but you know what I mean.) Kevin McCarthy made him look almost competent by comparison when he threatened telecoms not to comply with Jan. 6 committee subpoenas. Yeah, that makes you look real innocent there, sport, and you might have broken the law besides. What else ya got?

This article asks whether the Afghanistan cock-up will finally bring an end to our imperial war machine. Yeah, right. Sure it will. And the lion shall lie down with the lamb, but I wouldn’t count on the lamb getting any sleep.

The floor’s yours.

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