Let’s face it, nobody knows who this guy is. It’s like Obama rolled around in a nondescript black van from Peter’s Opulent Tea & Unlimited Shoppe (POTUS), and just grabbed some dude off the street at 3am as he was walking back wasted from the bar.
And the guy’s in the back of the van screaming, pinned to the floor by a half-dozen Secret Service agents. Then Obama, smoking, leans down and whispers. And the guy, drunk as he is, knows it’s the Prez, so he quiets down. Obama: “Howdy. How’d you like to be my Supreme Court pick, buddy?” [pulls on cig]
Okay, I guess, if you happen to be a part of the ruling legal / political / media establishment of DC, you knew who Merrick Garland was before this morning. But the rest of us don’t. Is this dude qualified? I have no idea. Neither do you. Perhaps the ruling legal / political / media establishment does? I have no idea.
But it’s like Obama picked the most faceless wonder you could imagine. Why did he do that? Who knows, clearly there must have been some political calculation, I guess. But I’ll tell you what, both sides are going to paint these next few months like Garland’s holding the keys to a vault that possesses the souls of 16K cute kitties and puppies. It’s going to be absurd. It’s going to be sad.
Garland: “I uh, promise, to uh, be a good judge. Yeah, yeah, the best judge. On that Supreme of all Courts.” [Obama pulls on cig]