John Yoo has never met George Bush nor Dick Cheney

I am frankly a little sick of stooges like John Yoo prattling on about "what the framers of the Constititution wanted", for a couple reasons.

1) Fuck what those motherfuckers think. The narrative of American history as presented to the public offers two options when considering the founders: unadulterated veneration and quasi-worship or a "controversial" understanding of people that - shockingly - were actually human beings! Now buy my book!

But seriously, they believed in some completely antiquated things, had views of the world that have been rendered obsolete by the advance of both hard and soft science and anthropology and warfare and just the stories of history (could these people have conceived of WW2 and the Holocaust? Doubt it.) Props to them for only giving us a slightly shitty version of tyranny, but really after two and a quarter centuries and complete world fucking domination we ought to stop clinging to mother's apron strings. They pushed us off; now it's up to us to paddle. Kill your father and become your own God, America.

2) It's not like those motherfuckers exactly had a unified vision of how American civics should be ordered. I recall something about a duel, and months of steaming in summer heat and yelling and ridiculous concessions like the existence of the Senate being made to smaller states, and so forth and so on. To refer to the wishes of the founders as a single passel of beliefs is pretty easily recognized as a cheap rhetorical device and nothing more than indicative of either a malignancy towards the audience or a fundamental laziness and misunderstanding of history on the part of the speaker.

3) You know how I'm right about #1? Because they fucking told me so. I am not exactly a poli sci major but if my memory of 2nd grade Social Studies class serves, we have the ability to amend the Constitution. This means that our darling founders pretty much told us "Fuck what we think, guys, you're on your own with this shit."

The list of people that I can listen to speak about politics without wanting to vomit so hard I rip the fabric holding our dimension separate from some dark underworld continues to dwindle.