Saturday, June 27, 2015

The Mysticke Rainbow, or Scalia Gets it Right

Here's Scalia on the new mysticism of the law:

"If, even as the price to be paid for a fifth vote, I ever joined an opinion for the Court that began: ‘The Constitution promises liberty to all within its reach, a liberty that includes certain specific rights that allow persons, within a lawful realm, to define and express their identity,’ I would hide my head in a bag. The Supreme Court of the United States has descended from the disciplined legal reasoning of John Marshall and Joseph Story to the mystical aphorisms of the fortune cookie."

Scalia's referring to yesterdays SCOTUS decision to go gay; he might just as well have been describing the theology of the Episcopal Church.

Ad Astra,



Infidel de Manahatta said...

If a baker can be fined and forced out of business for not serving a gay wedding what's stopping a church from being fined and put out of business because is pastor won't officiate a gay wedding?

The persecution is coming.

LL said...

Would a Jewish bakery be attacked and sanctioned by government for failing to make a cake for a Nazi wedding? There is precedent and I think that it will end badly for everyone, including sodomites.

Anonymous said...

I still advocate pitching up at a Gay night club with a Bus load of Church Ladies on a Friday night asking for a nice cup of tea and a slice of fruit cake each. The Comedy gold that will ensue when the DJ is asked to turn the music down as the bass bins are effecting Mrs Smith's hearing-aid would be priceless. The indignation at the "gentleman in the dress" in the ladies powder room. The embarrassing question about why everyone keeps surreptitiously giving the DJ money for little plastic bags. The sheepish bouncers having to escort them from the premises or worse refuse them entry because they were not prepared to carry Mrs Jones 1/4 Ton Electric Wheel Chair down three flights of stairs. Church Ladies are God's Gestapo, they see everything and miss nothing. They would be a Gay man's worse nightmare, three dozen grand mothers with inquisitional skills that make Tomas De Torquemada look like an amateur! "So, Cry 'Havoc!'; And let loose the Grannies of War!"