This was not necessarily an abridgement of good taste. She knew what was coming.
So blitzed was Ruthie, miles beyond self-control, that she passed out.
It is so unusual that a Supreme Court justice drinks herself into a cardboard stupor and wobbles into Dreamland that it only was noted in disappearing ink by America’s finest left-wing journalists.
Imagine Ted Cruz or, richer yet, Justice Antonin Scalia drinking himself under the table before the State of the Union.
Fake horrification over such spectacularly offensive behavior would knock the President’s oratory off the front pages.
Mr. Scalia would be imprisoned for the remainder of his life for racism, the first lawyer to pass out in the presence of a black President.
The scandal would not subside until the second married transgender President had been elected.
Toddy, Anyone?
You are forgiven if this is the first time you have learned about Ms. Ginsburg’s post-marital romance with amber-colored bottles.
As a liberal of the feminine persuasion – prone to bouts of anger and regularly scheduled emotional sallies — she is excused in advance from obeying laws applicable to normal persons.
From the Los Angeles Times across the width of our country to the Boston Globe, the eastern-most newspaper of consequence, an immutable policy of every liberal journal prohibits reporting embarrassments of all left-wing human beings.
Gail Collins, one of The New York Times’s prized far-left essayists, wrote a fawning, child-like “Gee, Whillickers, You Sure Are Sumthin’, Ms. Ginsburg” piece that led yesterday’s Sunday Review. Ms. Collins suggested that the lately demoted Almighty now seeks permission from the aforementioned Ms. God before rendering weighty decisions.
Ms. Collins’s only reference to Ms. Ginsburg’s alcoholic waltz was a lifted quote. Her wondering words, virginally clothed in white satin innocence, the justice’s granddaughter asked why her bubbe was in a sonorous state. The seeming allusion to bubbe’s bottle battle was, instead, an illusion.
Drunk with partisan emotion, Ms. Collins remembered just in time the 11th commandment of post-Reagan liberals, “Thou shalt not speak ill of a fellow left-winger, no matter the tonnage of his intemperate behavior.”
As the justice’s granddaughter commented upon drinking in Ms. Collins’s golden laudations of her tippling bubbe, “Make that three more, bartender – one for the road and one for the floor
