A Crack In The Ice

 What is the surest sign that a thaw is coming? 

A break in the ice. 

Not ICE, necessarily, but that's just part of the tumbledown of the once all-powerful Orange Wurst. 

On Friday the Supreme Court struck down the convicted felon's oppressive and periodically whimsical tariffs that had served as the backbone of the concept of a plan he had apparently dreamed up while taking one of his office catnaps. The highly touted one hundred thirty-three billion dollars raised from this tax on imports has long been described as a tax on consumers and not on foreign countries, but that didn't keep the Magical Misery Tour from rolling across the country spouting how other countries would pay. 

In a word, "no."

The Supreme Court, most of which was bought and paid for by the former game show host, gave him the same answer. Which must come as something of a shock to an administration that has up until now been rubber-stamped by the highest court in the land to do pretty much whatever came into its tiny, nasty collective head. Want to lock up brown people for absolutely no reason? Go right ahead. Want a new plane from your friends in Qatar? Don't mind if you do. Want to tear down a third of the People's House to build Barbie's Dream Ballroom? Sure, why not? 

At the end of the day, this is all about survival. Please don't imagine that somehow those Supreme Court justices installed in a rush by the adjudicated rapist have your best interests in mind. They'll still be able to buy the name brand of peanut butter. But what happens when the Awfulness finally recedes, and they want to avoid being removed with the rest of the cabal? The spine they seem to be exhibiting is merely a flex in the direction of keeping the job they are supposed to have for life. 

As witnessed twice prior, presidents can be impeached. Especially this one. 

And so can Supreme Court justices.