It has often occurred to me that if you were a visiting alien—or even, say, a visiting Norwegian—it might strike you as profoundly odd that many, if not most, Americans now mark the close of the Supreme Court term in the last two weeks of June by feeling abject horror that an unelected, life-tenured juristocracy has yet again made it harder to be a free, equal, and independent American. And then that same country immediately turns around on July Fourth and fetes itself as the best, freest democracy in the world.

The Supreme Court as currently constituted is the United States’ abusive boyfriend, constantly asserting the power to control every aspect of our lives while ignoring the actual rules governing its own conduct. If this court were your partner, making it forever more difficult to express your own preferences as it persistently intoned that it’s you that was the problem, you would pack a go bag and find a motel room.

And........

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