Friday, April 6, 2012

Fate of the Republic to be Decided April 20th

I think the Gods must have a sense of humor to choose April 20th (420) to have Obama's fate decided.  Particularly, as a previous post of mine related Obama's lying to the public about his support of state's rights and medical marijuana during his 2008 campaign.

On April 20, the U.S. Supreme Court will decide whether to fast-track the determination of Obama's constitutional eligibility to be President.  The unresolved question is whether, with a father who was a British subject, Obama can qualified as President as required by Article II, Section 1 of the Constitution as a "natural born Citizen".  The considered weight of the legal scholarship on that question is a resounding "No!".  Yet if this issue is never allowed to be adjudicated, then the constrictors of the Constitution are no longer in force and effect.  Instead that hallowed document is to be considered by the Supreme Court as aspirational alone in its effect: Something I am quite sure the Framers did not intend.

On April 20, if the Supreme Court agrees to fast track the determination of Obama's eligibility, a decision will be had on that issue before the September 2012 Democratic convention.  If they instead let the judicial process grind on for years -- and I have had a case, 07-6522, pending at the Supreme Court for over four (4) years -- then the question of Obama's eligibility to be President may only be decided after his second term expires.

In that case, though we have Constitutional right to a President who is a "natural born Citizen", we have no way of enforcing that right.


Charles Edward Lincoln III said...

Why can't anyone ever remember the "original" 20th century meaning of April 20? It was Adolf Hitler's birthday, two weeks from today, Good Friday---and yet, in spite of that, We Call this Friday "Good."
Our only health is the disease
If we obey the dying nurse
Whose constant care is not to please
But to remind of our, and Adam's curse,
And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.

The whole earth is our hospital
Endowed by the ruined millionaire,
Wherein, if we do well, we shall
Die of the absolute paternal care
That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere.

The chill ascends from feet to knees,
The fever sings in mental wires.
If to be warmed, then I must freeze
And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.

The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

Martha Trowbridge said...

The salacious humor of The Evil One is also at play here:

20 April being the birthday of one Adolf 'Hitler'.

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