No Unpardonable Offenses
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

I really enjoy goosing the smarty pants. Don’t you?
I hint that, maybe , I’ll pardon my kids and pals and myself to shutdown their unfair witch hunt.
And they scrunch their faces and go-on and on and on about “Founders this,” “intentions that” and that “maybe” I’m right.
It’s sooo funny. After all, everybody knows that I’ve got the absolute power to pardon, except if they impeach me.
So let’s say:
- I invite everyone to a special State of the Union: the Reps, the Senators, the Supremos, Mueller, etc., and
2. stride up to the lectern with my 2nd Amendment-protected AK-15, and
3. defend myself against anybody who might spank me (even Mitch & Paul).
4. Then, I say, blowing away the smoke, “I pardon me.”
All legal, right?
Gorsuch, Thomas, and Alito, terrific Originalists, understand the “plain text.”
And, if they don’t…
