Disaster

Read something else today.

This man is in charge, for the rest of his life.

I had something else to talk about this morning. It was the usual silliness—something about the curious irony of analytics engineering, and a few jokes about Excel and people in San Francisco.

Today, all of the sudden, isn't the day to tell those jokes. In what is fast becoming its new tradition, the Supreme Court decided again to impose its deranged will on an unapproving populace, stripping people of the rights they want (to say nothing of what the rights they’re owed), transparently inventing legal rationales along the way, all while its most vile member—a man with such a feeble commitment to his oath of office law that he clearly entertained not only rejecting the apparent public opinion of the people, but the voted, counted, and certified will of the electorate—teased that more is to come.  The arc of the moral universe is long, and it bends toward whatever loathsome destination six unelected and unaccountable politicians want it to.

Next week, we can return to having jovial fights about our comfortable industry. But on this Friday, I don't have much to say, other than it's a disastrous day, created by six disastrous people, confirmed by a disastrous idiot, and empowered by what has become a disastrous institution. To those of you who showed up looking for cranky heckling and a goofier affair, I appreciate you, truly. But today, read something else.