There are times when I wish we lived under the rule of an emperor. All hail the emperor. All law is the emperor's desire. Because then there would be no Constitution and no Equal Protection Anal(ysis) and no First Amendment Anal(ysis) and I would not have to fret about this.
And when people died, all property belongs to the emperor again.
The past two nights I've dozed off while doing restorative yoga. It has been very very helpful in un-knotting my back. I have posture like a "?" where my hips jut out like an emo kid, and my shoulders are hunched over like a hipster, you probably haven't heard of it.
I just can't understand how things like interest rates, waste disposal and newspaper dispensers all get litigated under Constitutional Law. It's the biggest catch-all for whiny entitled people who need to be heard. If it doesn't put you in jail for life or cut off your hands and feet, it's really not so bad. Stop making up this law that I need to learn!
Oh, to be a lawyer about 90 years ago. First, women were not allowed, so moot point. Second, there was far fewer rules to learn. More judicial activism, but still, easier to make a Cardozo impact. And this was before the Civil Rights Acts which stirred up a whole different bunch of litigation (public accommodations, any one?)
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