We should diverge briefly into the politics of the moment—which, it must be said, are sliding precipitously toward utter armageddon. The politics didn't wait for the body to cool. Senator Joni Ernst, Republican of Iowa, caught in a desperate re-election campaign against Theresa Greenfield, was quick out of the gate to start fundraising on the vacancy on the Court that had so suddenly opened up. And Mitch McConnell was quick to demonstrate that he is the same soulless gremlin he's always been.
In the last midterm election before Justice Scalia’s death in 2016, Americans elected a Republican Senate majority because we pledged to check and balance the last days of a lame-duck president’s second term. We kept our promise. Since the 1880s, no Senate has confirmed an opposite-party president’s Supreme Court nominee in a presidential election year. By contrast, Americans reelected our majority in 2016 and expanded it in 2018 because we pledged to work with President Trump and support his agenda, particularly his outstanding appointments to the federal judiciary. Once again, we will keep our promise. President Trump’s nominee will receive a vote on the floor of the United States Senate.
This is brave talk from a guy whose Senate majority is hanging by a thread right now. Senator Lisa Murkowski already has said she won't vote for anyone this president* nominates. Senator Lindsey Graham has been on record to the same effect for almost two years, and he's in the middle of a dead heat with Democratic candidate Jaime Harrison. The odds are they'll fold under pressure, but there's no predicting that at the moment. It's possible that Arizona's Martha McSally and Colorado's Cory Gardner are such lost causes that they'd vote for a nominee because why the hell not, but Susan Collins in Maine has to be sweating ball bearings. And that's not even to mention the sweaty, stumbling bull in this china shop who might decide to nominate his daughter, or Michael Flynn. I don't know what lies beyond chaos in constitutional government, but I think we're about to find out.
So I choose to honor the memory of Justice Ginsburg by honoring the controlled ferocity that burned in her small, wiry frame. I remember the first time I sat in on oral arguments in the Supreme Court. She looked as though her chair would swallow her up. But, when it became her turn to question the litigants, I swear to god it looked as though she grew as I was watching. The force and precision of the intellect she brought to bear gave her size and heft that made her look like a giant. She literally was bigger than life, right there before your eyes. It was an honor to watch her work. Now, the umbrella is gone and, Christamighty, is it ever raining.
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