“A U.S. judge said on Wednesday that advocating for jury nullification could pose a threat to the judicial system . . .”
Indeed it could. That’s the whole point of such advocacy. The traditional right of juries to judge the justice of the laws (which is itself a necessary and obvious corollary of the moral law, which gives no man, and no juror, and no judge, the right to do wrong) is in apparent and notorious conflict with the “judicial system.”
A couple posts ago I had the temerity to adopt as my own the final words of Rostand’s Cyrano. That’s almost as ridiculous as adopting Atticus Finch as one’s online pseudonym, or claiming to be a follower of Jesus Christ. But I’ve already affirmed many times on this blog my sincerely held belief that no one is Good but God alone. I aspire to panache. (Style is only half of it by the way. I reread most of Cyrano yesterday. A man with panache is first and foremost a target.) With that out of the way, let me quote Cyrano again:
I carry my adornments on my soul.
I do not dress up like a popinjay;
But inwardly, I keep my daintiness.
I do not bear with me, by any chance,
An insult not yet washed away—a conscience
Yellow with unpurged bile—an honor frayed
To rags, a set of scruples badly worn.
I go caparisoned in gems unseen,
Trailing white plumes of freedom, garlanded
With my good name—no figure of a man,
But a soul clothed in shining armor, hung
With deeds for decorations, twirling—thus—
A bristling wit, and swinging at my side
Courage, and on the stones of this old town
Making the sharp truth ring, like golden spurs!
Making the sharp truth ring, like golden spurs!
It is debatable whether America would be better or worse off without the United States of America. I admit that much. On the one hand, we have the monstrosity we know. On the other, I myself am partial to the Iroquois Confederacy as an historical exemplar of liberty, and as a model for future possibilities. But for God’s sake, setting aside that debate, at least see “Authority” for what it is. A Lie!