Finding nothing to say about Friday’s Supreme Court ruling beyond what the many wonderfully articulate and women and men in my rich life have already said, I’m left to continue my seemingly unprovoked rhetorical attack on the aging golfer Jack Nicklaus, a charmless, humorless 1950s country club brat from Ohio who publicly backed Donald Trump for president in 2016 and 2020, because Trump was “turning the country upside down.”
Why a gin-belly who made $320 million based on his golf skills would want the country that made that possible turned upside down, is (actually) beyond me.
But this much I can tell you—as I told someone else the other day:
What does the numbing self-satisfaction of Jack Nicklaus—and the fawning respect he has received for 60-odd years from so many corners of power-elite America—what do these things have to do with the overturning of Roe v. Wade and other travesties of social justice?
Maybe not much.
But not nothing, either.