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You Want to Fuck With Harvard?
Mall Cops Give it a Go
Bill King
Apr 17, 2025


Now you’ve done it. You’ve kicked the hornet’s nest in Harvard Yard, poked the somber portraits of Adams, Roosevelt, and Kennedy straight in the eye. This isn’t just a breach of decorum—it’s a declaration of war on the ghostly congregation of the Dead Presidents Club, that hallowed fraternity of law-bound ghosts who wrote the damn rulebook on American governance.
And here come the grave robbers—Donald Trump, that bleached blowhard of borrowed bravado, with his pocket fascists Steven “Ghoul School” Miller and Pam “Mouth of the South” Bondi. They strut like vaudeville villains in a Bannon-funded soap opera, thinking they can bulldoze legal tradition with a stolen gavel and a Walmart Bible. Pseudo-Christian Nazi nationalists in ill-fitting suits trying to bend a 390-year arc of justice into a Trump-brand paperclip.
But this isn’t a barroom brawl in Boca. This is Harvard Law. And Harvard doesn’t forget.
Harvard produces assassins in Armani. Its alumni don’t shout; they file. And when they file, they file deep—thousands of pro bono legal warriors with nothing to lose and everything to prove. Judges, clerks, scholars, shadow-dwelling appellate tacticians who see the Constitution not as an accessory but as scripture. They're the kind of people who cite footnotes like they’re firing bullets.
These are the quiet ones. The ones who show up at 7 a.m. with briefs in hand and no intention of letting go until the shackles are tight and the sentence has echo.
Trump and his cronies—these hall-of-shame populists—mistake noise for power. But real power doesn’t yell. It litigates. It outlasts. It waits in chambers, in rows of mahogany and leather, until the storm collapses from the weight of its own fraudulence.
Harvard won’t blink. Harvard won’t back down. And Harvard sure as hell won’t bow to three grifters with God complexes and delusions of tyranny. There's a reason “Veritas” is carved in stone. Because truth—real truth—doesn’t need a campaign rally or a gold-plated toilet. It needs a courtroom, a file number, and a judge who knows better.
So go ahead, grave diggers. Keep pushing. The noose isn’t made of rope—it’s made of precedent. And it’s tightening.

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