Turnout Turnabout Is Fair Play

There is a California loon (which is a lunatic from the Golden State, not a warbling lakeside bird, although they both tend to squawk, flap their wings, and make a lot of noise without any meaningful result) who has started a campaign to get U.S. Supreme Court Justice David Souter kicked out.

Not kicked out of the Supreme Court:

Kicked out of his home.

He is angered by Souter’s vote which has enabled municipalities to force people out of their homes under the eminent domain rule to make room for “better-use” construction that will increase tax revenues for cities.

For example, an old man can be forced to leave his ramshackle home of 40 years if a new developer wants to build a shopping mall that will benefit the city with higher taxes.

No, I’m not making this up.

It is now the law of the land thanks to Kelo vs. City of New London, Conn.

But not satisfied to carp and whine like a certain online journalist who shall remain nameless (but his initials are Morris Workman), Logan Darrow Clements has managed to get enough signatures in Souter’s hometown of Weare, New Hampshire to have an item placed on the ballot where voters will decide whether to give Souter the boot under eminent domain to make room for a theoretical Inn.

(Like New England needs another bed and breakfast.)

I think the Red Sox have a better chance of winning the pen-

(I guess I’m going to have to come up with a new “Hell Freezes Over” metaphor now that the Sox, both White and Red, have actually tucked a World Series under their belts).

Anyway, there is obviously no chance that a Supreme Court Justice will lose his home in an eminent domain case.

First, he knows too many lawyers, who could effectively bottle up such a case until one of the Olsen twins is old enough to become a Federal judge.

Second, while it would be poetic justice for a Justice to receive such justice based on the injustice of one of his rulings, the truth is that there really hasn’t been much true justice in the world since Charles Bronson hung up his shootin’ iron.

The guy who shot President Reagan is walking the streets these days.

(He’s not technically free, still getting to spend most of his nights in the comfy psychiatric abode provided by taxpayers, but his doctors have ruled that Hinckley poses no threat to society now that Reagan is dead and Jodie Foster hasn’t had a hit movie in a while, so he’s allowed to leave the facility for a few days each month.)

The animal who brutally beat a Navy Seal to death then dumped his body on the tarmac during a hijacking back in 1985 is now a free man.

He wasn’t technically released by the U.S., but by our “good friends” the Germans.

Even the doof who shot the Pope back in 1981 has been released from a Turkish prison.

Shot the Pope! And he’s a free man!

(Although I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes when it comes time for him to make his case to St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. How do you explain shooting a Pope to a saint?)

Personally, I think the Supreme Court ruling which allows cities to evict people to make room for another J.C. Penney is one of the most shameful laws on the books.

And while I think I have a better chance of winning the World Series than Clements has of displacing Souter, I applaud his Don Quixote imitation.

Most will call him a fool. Or a loon.

I just wish our country had more fools like him.