A Reprieve, of Sorts

"You're no daisy. You're no daisy at all!" Doc Holiday (Val Kilmer), Tombstone. 

 The Supremes ended the 2015 term this morning not with a bang, but with the doorknob smacking them in the butt. The "blockbuster" cases decided today were... Not so. No law porn. At all.

Okay, The Supreme Court goes and gets an abortion case (decided in the Circuits in favor of the law), concocts a reason it "unduly burdens" a woman's rights and this is something unusual? They find everything an undue burden. No matter how you come down on this issue, once they granted cert it was just a question of who was going to write the opinion.

The reckless DV case was granted because the Circuits disagreed. There is technical language concerning the meaning of "reckless" and the requirement that there be some kind of criminal intent... ZZZZZZZZ. One of the defendants later killed a bald eagle. The other was a druggie. No reason either of them, or dudes like them, should own a gun. Sympathy meter needle not even trembling.

A former Virginia governor's conviction was sent back because there was something wrong with the jury instruction, and whether he had performed an "official act" in furtherance of blah, blah, blah. I didn't read this one very carefully because no one ever offers me hundreds of thousands of dollars to show favoritism to a recruit. Consequently, it has nothing to do with me and, anyway, the justices were unanimous. If they have no reason to argue with each other, who am I?

See you in October!