Topic: "Frodo Dissents" (6)
Frodo is not usually in the habit of accepting something as an absolute absent proof or anecdotal observation. He doubted, for example, that the commode did indeed swirl backwards once one crosses the Equator. Frodo learned the other day that he shared a minority opinion with a Justice of the Supreme Court, when the vote totaled 8-1. What truly astounded him was that anyone could even allege that Frodo would agree with this character on anything.
The High Court struck down a Bush Era ban on the production of videos in which dog-fighting was exhibited as entertainment. The appeal, which is defined as a "sexual fetish," results in graphic if not horrifying presentations of unimaginable cruelty. Chief Justice Roberts, writing for the majority (why does that not surprise Frodo?), argued that the law went too far in restricting free speech.
Frodo was surprised to learn that it was not Justice Sotomajor, nor Justice Ginsberg, nor even the retiring John Paul Stevens, who stated in dissent that the harm that animals suffer in dogfights was enough to sustain the law that the Court had decided to overturn. It was Alito.
Frodo has long believed that Samuel Alito probably wears a brown shirt in his chambers, and that the music piped into the adjacent hallways is that of Wagner. Frodo does not even like the way this Visigoth even combs his hair. It has been Frodo's opinion that Samuel Alito, himself, fulfills the definition of obscenity, in that he has no redeeming social value.
Until now, that is.
Alito is a dog owner. Frodo does not know anything about Alito's dog(s), but he recognizes that he/she/they are pretty lucky to have someone who cares about them so much, and is so very wise. It is obviously a rare gift.
Frodo and Sam will be quiet for a few days, as they restrict Fiona and Mick, the Wonder Dog, to Camp Kennel. Sydney and Mr. Beau Neau McKitty will receive daily care-visits from Ms. Ellyn. Frodo and Sam will walk some southern sand, and visit with people they have never met. Frodo, for one, looks forward to transit through the town that spawned she who wrote "A Good Man is Hard to Find." He hopes to sit at a table and listen to the crooning of Johnny Mercer creations by the one known as the Lady Chablis. Together the Hobbits may even shuffle together, as they did, forty years ago.
If you see some barefooted Hobbits on the stoop of a country store, munching on a Moon Pie, stop and visit a spell.