HOW JUDGE SCALIA DIED AT A RICH MAN'S LUXURY RANCH INSTEAD OF IN YOUR GUEST BEDROOM

Before the dust settles here's a few words about Justice Scalia's odd passing while at a very wealthy man's luxurious Texas hunting lodge. Odd because the Supreme Court Justice though a lover of the second amendment and every literal word of the constitution was not a hunter nor was this solid family man among his family as he died. 

Bring out another for our favorite Judge!

The owner of the ranch said he'd only just met the judge - it was a mutual friend who snagged the justice an invitation. Yet how unusual and unfortunate that the Supreme Court declined to hear a case involving a business owned by that ranch owner last year. What a small world it is. Yes, all of us I suppose, routinely entertain folks whom we don't know with extended stays at our ranches. Perhaps the good judge made it a habit to seek shelter for a few nights among random American citizens to better comprehend life as lived by typical folks to fuse this knowledge with ever better legal opinions, lifting us out of the dark mire of our dismal days toward the light of his constitutional analysis.

One wonders how the judge happened to find himself among people so rich, so different from those with whom he must have enjoyed spending his time. Yet when away from his family and his true friends - folks just like you and me - he chose to be with the very wealthy. What was he doing there? 

Perhaps with his famous wit he was enjoying the role of making these very rich men smile. The judge known for his brilliant, witty opinions used his interpretation of American law as a powerful shield protecting the wealthy, the powerful, the polluters, and the election riggers from civil and criminal liability. But these rich folks could not be expected to understand his opinions much less to actually read them, so at their leisure he came to them as humble as any court jester just to bring them happiness.

This was a courageous judge, isn't that what they're calling him, this man who destroyed the weak and helped the powerful gain ever greater strength. He must have gone to the rich rancher's large estate to guide these wealthy men. Perhaps in his righteous zeal he spent his last day on earth with the very rich only to be a thorn to them: "Again I tell you. It is easier for a camel to go thru the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God…" 

Maybe he said it with a mirthful wink while downing his final bottle of 1982 vintage Chateaux Lafite-Rothschild, after all, to us he was a Supreme Court Justice, but to those whom he served so well, he was just another obedient court jester.