Free At Last, Free At Last

 

Any careful reader of this blog might have noticed you would never, not even once, find the word "President" in a certain sentence. And that certain sentence was any one which also contained the name "Biden", where one word would precede the other.

"They'll have to burn this suit. They'll never get the shit stains out of it."

And if you notice even now, you still haven't. That was not a four-year coincidence.

We still lament that President Trump had to win three elections to get sworn in twice, but we console ourselves that in his case, late is better than never.

And one of the EOs yesterday eliminated the nearly century-old misinterpretation that allowed anchor babies to become a thing?!? We almost had a stroke from sheer, unrestrained elation at common sense breaking out, and someone finally noticing the words "and subject to the jurisdiction thereof" sitting there in plain sight in the 14th Amendment for 150 years, almost as if the authors of that bit of Constitutional law hadn't ever intended, not even accidentally, for the offspring of foreign nationals - who are by definition, not subject to U.S. jurisdiction, ever - to earn birthright citizenship for their issue just by the accident of geography when their non-U.S. citizen parents plopped out wombspawn on U.S. territory. That will be quite a blow to the taxi business in Tijuana and Nuevo Laredo.

It's almost like adult supervision and bog-common sense has finally been restored to the Oval Office, seconds after the oath of office was administered.

It's about damned time.