When I learned that Ruth Bader Ginsburg died, I was eating these little peanut butter granola bites I really like. I immediately felt like I was going to be sick. I don't think I'll ever want to eat them again.
Amy Coney Barrett
Ruth Bader Ginsburg. What a devastating loss. For her family, for the country, for the rule of law. We didn't let her have a single moment of peace in the last years of her life. She didn't get to retire. She didn't get to look back on and celebrate her historic and spectacular legacy.
Quick, look out your window! You may get a fleeting glimpse of our so-called president waving through the window of a hermetically sealed SUV after testing positive for the novel coronavirus because he just Loves!
It's interesting, no, hypocritical that all Republicans want to do right now is shout about court-packing as if they haven't been packing the court with right-wing extremists during every second of Trump's term.
On Monday, Oct. 27, Donald Trump swore in his third Supreme Court Justice Amy Coney Barrett under the cloak of night. And like many things that necessitate darkness, it was a sordid affair that will leave a lasting stain.
As I write this, it is Election Day in America. Millions and millions of people have already voted, and today people are in lines at polls across the country, risking contracting the novel coronavirus in order to cast their votes in person.
Remember after the 2016 presidential election when Trump supporters reached out to Clinton supporters in an effort to understand and sympathize with our pain and fear?
In 2015 the Supreme Court's Obergefell v. Hodges decision changed my life. That decision meant that Michigan had to recognize my legal marriage to my wife and that as her spouse, I could be covered under her health insurance.