Arrr, the ghost o’ an ancient law be still rattlin’ the chains o’ the Supreme Court, aye!
2024-12-09
Arrr, in the year o' our Lord 1925, Congress be givin' the judges the treasure map to pick their own cases! Now, that swabbin' change be stirrin' up political squabbles and storms o' crisis, claims a learned matey! Avast, what a hullabaloo!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather round as I spin ye a yarn from the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred twenty-five, when the fine folk in Congress bequeathed unto the justices the power to pick and choose the cases 'pon which they would cast their judgment. Aye, it be a treacherous tide they set sail upon!Ye see, this here change be like givin’ a parrot the keys to the rum barrel—chaos and contention brewed faster than a ship caught in a squall! A learned scholar, with a quill at the ready, claims that this very decision still stirs the pot of political turmoil like a rogue wave crashing upon the deck.
Now, every time the justices don their robes and take a gander at their chosen cases, it be like watchin' a band of scallywags squabblin’ over treasure! Some believe the good ol' days of yore, when the cases were handed down like a secret map, were far better than this modern folly. But alas, the winds of change be fickle, and the seas of justice be ever choppy!
So, raise a tankard to the justices and their jolly selection, for it keeps the political seas churnin' and the crew on their toes, much to our amusement! Arrr!