The Poetic Silence of Justice Clarence Thomas

I read an article in the New Yorker this morning that made my Mexican blood boil.  It was another attack upon Clarence Thomas.  As an individual who has never had any respect for authority or the law, I have never much cared for the Supreme Court.  I always figured it was a facade created by the Harvard Graduates in charge of the CIA to give the fools their tartar sauce.  But Clarence Thomas can never do anything right, and every single word that he ever utters will be held beneath contempt by all of the fake ass fuckers writing in the New Yorker.  Because what is right for Blacks is always thought up by white elites with a smattering of elite black input.  If you don't tow their line, you had better shut the fuck up.  I understand what he is doing by staring at the ceiling.  He understands his place more than any other black professional in the country.  I do not agree with his interpretation of the law, but feel he is far less of a Tom than Obama.  Thomas certainly does not possess a great legal mind like Justice Marshall unarguably possessed, and I personally believe that it nothing less than an abomination that he sits in that fucking courthouse but I believe that he should be treated with slightly more respect than a leper.