“I’ve got a simple idea: Let’s give up on the Constitution.”
Really? That’s your simple idea? Okay. Now here’s my simple idea. Consider it a counter-offer: go fuck yourself asswise with a Halibut.
Of course, once we do this — that is, give up on the one document in the history of human governance that has protected individuals from the natural tendencies of governments to accrue power and eventually become tyrannical and then totalitarian — the only thing left to protect us will be our willingness and our ability to show our usefulness to the needs of the State.
— Which would mean Professor Seidman would either be left unprotected — and we can comfortably dispose of him, his “Constitutional” expertise having been made moot by his very own ideas, in a deliciously ironic bit of self-abnegation — or else he could study up on how to make a perfect Manhattan and offer up his services as a butler to some state apparatchik.
Personally, I’d like to see the aged douche in a short waist coat carrying a silver tray. And setting out master’s slippers every night before retiring to his quarters.
People who advocate for slavery should at least have the decency to set a proper example.
(h/t Geoff B)