R.I.P. The Rule of American Law (1776-2007), and Get Your Paws off My Pr0n

If the Scooter Libby commutation wasn’t enough of an indignity heaped upon the Rule of Law, this little shot across the bow of legality was enough to make Iustitia take off her blindfold, step down from her pedastal, and head north up Connecticut Avenue until she made it to Canada. The DOJ wants to use the four-day old wiretapping law just signed by President Bush to justify dismissing a lawsuit challenging the NSA surveillance program. I’m not a lawyer, and I certainly didn’t go to a fancy law school like Harvard or Regent University, so perhaps I was naive to think that ex post facto laws violated some insignificant document like the U.S. Constitution. Oh, that’s right, the Constitution says whatever our Decider in Chief claims it does, because God speaks through him.

Since all our other problems are solved, a Cincinnati group led by a self-described former pr0n addict is taking on the evil that is….hotel pr0n. Specifically, these fruitcakes. Former pr0n addict who found God? That means he trolls the Internet looking for strange, or he frequents the viewing booths in adult bookstores. It’s only a matter of time until he joins the ranks of Ted Haggard and Bob Allen.

This is all I have to say to the warrantless wiretappers, the DoJ, the Democrats (for rolling over on the whole wiretapping issue), and Phil Burress.

First photo courtesy of Mark Klein, and the greatest fucking rock&roll photo ever courtesy of Jim Marshall.