there’s an old joke about the power of optimism. it goes something like this:

a guy out for a walk passes by a field. in the middle of the field is this ginormous pile of horse shit — six, maybe seven feet tall — and there’s a small boy, down on his knees, enthusiastically digging into this pile of shit with his bare hands. this kid is having the time of his life, giggling excitedly to himself while he digs, flinging shit left and right. the guy watches this for a while and finally calls out, hey kid — what the fuck are you doing?

the kid replies, all this horse shit, there’s got to be a pony in here somewhere. today we’re going pony hunting.

with their No One Is Above The Law Except Little Donny Fuckface ruling, the six bought-and-paid-for Federalist Society hacks on the Supreme Court have guaranteed that the Big Trump D.C. Election Fuckery trial won’t take place any time soon — but that doesn’t mean it’s game over.

it’s now up to Judge Chutkan to decide whether all the shit Donny pulled while trying to overturn the election he lost are official acts or unofficial acts — and she could do this by holding “mini-trials.”