Earl Warren's ghost just tried to kill me
So I'm sitting in my bedroom, with my cat in my lap, reading Con-Law, specifically about the Warren Court.All of a sudden my sliding closet door swings out, then back, and all the hangers start moving. As my cat dashes into a hiding spot, I assume that some animal must have gotten in somehow and so I go to check it out, by standing on my nightstand and peering into my closet.
Now, the way I was standing on the nightstand it was foreseeable that it might have fallen over in the way I was leaning. Instead, it falls in a completely opposite direction than the law of physics should have allowed it to fall and I fell against the wall, hurting my wrist and scratching my back pretty badly in the process.
I have investigated every single inch of my closet. There was no animal. Something else did this. I am forced to accept the notion that, apparently, Earl Warren wants me dead. Trust me Earl, the feeling is mutual--and I mean all the way dead too.
posted by The Lioness @ 2:58 PM
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Warren has got to go. He just loves this kind of thing.
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What the hell are you reading Warren Court opinions for? Powe only cares about Marshall. Everything else is just fluff.
Right. Powe doesn't like Warren at all. That's why he clerked with the Warren court, written a book about the Warren court, and is considered the leading authority on the UT con law faculty about Warren. Yeah, you're absolutely right.
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