Sanctuary

Under the freest of political systems

and governments there is no sanctuary -

only resort, respite, remission from

invasion. I think, what we mean when

we think of sanctuary, is that these

invasions will not be discriminatory

or arbitrary, two categories of dep-

ravity in government at which the

present 'administration' in America

strives to set the most glittering

benchmarks since the hounding of in-

digenous peoples into barren wastes.

But there has come a day, more than

once this year, when a United States

District Court Judge has upheld the

connection between the English lan-

guage and its plain meaning, as the

unarguable basis for rejecting the

theology of this 'administration,'

in pursuit of any sanctuary from its

arbitrary, discriminatory conduct.

Judge Orrick probably hasn't adopt-

ed the term, gangsters, for the hap-

less implementarians of the Presid-

ent's own rhetoric, when they dabble

in frivolous paraphrases of his prom-

ises to inflict harm on selected

peoples by impermissible means. Yes-

terday, their blunder was to over-

look that Congress hadn't authorized

the 'administration' to place impromp-

tu conditions on their appropriations.

He would not have trifled with the ob-

vious metaphor, highjackers, for the

stark usurpation of the powers of the

other Branch. But even the stooges of

Sessions seem to have taken his point, 

resorting to their classic vengeance,

in mockery of the system they exploit:

Fox News has denounced him for helping

the President's predecessor - lawfully.

It is hard to parse what might derange

the 'administration' more, the imper-

tinence of its own petards, or the ex-

posure of their congenital imbecility.

Having little use for the mind, they

probably aren't particular in tracing

the origins of their fury, so long as

they can sustain its righteousness.

They are, in every way, the agents of

their mob. They'll be back.

It goes against a sensible character's

nature, to celebrate these interim re-

missions of the onward march of decad-

ent misrule. But I think, now, one can

learn from the mob the sustaining pow-

er, the sanctuary of a little red hat.

I happen to think well of a new sweater.

 Filip Hanning