Arrr! Chief Justice Roberts be callin’ foul on threats to the court, sayin’ “Nay! Keep yer hooks off me gavel!”
2024-12-31
Arrr, in his year-end tale, the head scallywag of the judges be bemoanin' the ruckus, threats, and tall tales, warnin' all ye landlubbers to steer clear of defyin' the court's word. Or face the wrath of Davy Jones himself! Aye, best mind yer manners, ye scurvy dogs!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn from the high seas of the courtroom! Our esteemed Chief Justice, that wise old sea dog, be raisin' the Jolly Roger against a scourge most foul: violence, intimidation, and a tempest of disinformation that be threatenin' the very hull of our judiciary ship!This year, he stood upon the deck, his voice booming like cannon fire, warnin' all scallywags of the dire consequences that await those who dare defy the sacred rulings of the court. "Yarr, ye landlubbers! Such mischief will lead ye to Davy Jones' locker!" he proclaimed, as he brandished his quill like a cutlass, pointin' it at the ruffians who be thinkin’ they could sail over the law.
With a hearty laugh and a wink, he reminded the crew that the law be like the anchor of a ship—critical for stayin' true to course amidst the stormy seas of chaos. So heed the words of the Chief Justice, me mateys! For those who wish to challenge the court's authority be no better than a mutinous bunch, bound to walk the plank into the abyss of trouble!