As we shuffle along the slough of despond, occasionally raising our tired eyes to the cryptic countenance of Anthony Kennedy, who has been rendered by the vagaries of retirement and poor health into the emperor of the universe, may we not look, once more, to the imagination of FDR for a remedy.
Once before an embattled president sought to rally the people to their own salvation, once before "nine old men" placed their flabby bodies athwart the road to progress, once before the salutary interventions of the democratic branches of our government were rendered useless and impotent by hidebound ideologues and partisan shills.
Then FDR took the court to the edge of the abyss, and showed them what lay at the bottom, if they persisted in their most pernicious error