The Stalinization of Ruth Bader Ginsberg
The United States Constitution has endured savage abuse down through the years, and one of its serial abusers has died. One can imagine the Constitution weeping … with relief.
Politicians are mouthing the obligatory encomia to Ginsberg: “A crusader for women’s equality … an amazing life … fierce dissenter …” yada yada yada.
Most assuredly we will be subjected to a barrage of pageantry to legitimize a career spent twisting the supreme law of the land to suit the progressive catechism. The other justices will probably treat us to speeches about how important she was–and by extension they are–to ‘Merica, truth, justice, and righteousness.
It’s doubtful any of our elites will evince the stones to say: “I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.”
Since Ginsberg joined the Supreme Court in 1993, a back-of-the-envelope calculation
shows that roughly 26 million unborn children have been legally killed by abortions. Those are Stalin-esque numbers. Ginsberg didn’t order these deaths, but she did everything
in her substantial power to make sure the carnage never stopped; and we as a country are left contemplating the stain on our hands.
Perhaps that’s why the Stalinization of Ginsburg must go forward–sanitize her myth so that we do not have to remember the crimes in which she and her learned peers made us complicit.
Today, Americans do not live in a constitutional republic; they live in a benevolent juristocracy and theocracy rolled into one. The justices have made themselves not only lawmakers but lifelong high priests, thrusting their crooked fingers into matters of culture, religion, and tradition at every juncture and molding the United States to their beliefs under cover of “interpreting” the Constitution. All this to say Ginsberg was an enthusiastic product of the rancid estate she inhabited.
Her singular contribution was to erode the political impartiality so often assumed by the justices to shield themselves from much-deserved criticism. In this, she may have done the country a favor.
Ginsburg’s celebrity-cum-judicial-activist schtick–replete with fawning dramas, documentaries, filmed workouts with comedians, “frenemy” subplots with Antonin Scalia, and am absurd procession of neck doilies–helped more than a few Americans to the conclusion that the high court amounts to ‘Keeping Up with the Kardashians’ with a cast of juridical idiot savants.
The Stalinization of Ruth Bader Ginsberg