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   M.S. Bellows, Jr. (msbellows@c.im)'s status on Monday, 18-May-2026 06:53:36 JST M.S. Bellows, Jr.

   (P.S.: this is a cilice.)

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     M.S. Bellows, Jr. (msbellows@c.im)'s status on Monday, 18-May-2026 06:53:33 JST M.S. Bellows, Jr.

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     I hope John Roberts' pleasure today in his former law clerk William Baude's hagiographic drivel in today's NY Times is undercut by the memory that even back then Baude was a smarmy, asskissing toady that no one liked, not even Roberts. https://www.nytimes.com/2026/04/24/opinion/shadow-docket-supreme-court-john-roberts.html

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     M.S. Bellows, Jr. (msbellows@c.im)'s status on Monday, 18-May-2026 06:53:34 JST M.S. Bellows, Jr.

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     (P.S.: I also hope the grandchild gets better immediately after the conference where the justices cast their votes, and then is given delicious ice cream.)

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     M.S. Bellows, Jr. (msbellows@c.im)'s status on Monday, 18-May-2026 06:53:34 JST M.S. Bellows, Jr.

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     I hope that this afternoon after lunch John Roberts gets sleepy and nods off at his desk and when he awakens he discovers that the fairies have caused him to grow a long beard and braided it densely with periwinkles.

     (Edit: add illustrative photo.)

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     M.S. Bellows, Jr. (msbellows@c.im)'s status on Monday, 18-May-2026 06:53:34 JST M.S. Bellows, Jr.

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     I hope that this morning when John Roberts wakes up the fairy beard has grown back.

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     M.S. Bellows, Jr. (msbellows@c.im)'s status on Monday, 18-May-2026 06:53:35 JST M.S. Bellows, Jr.

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     This morning I hope that as he's soaping his legs in the shower John Roberts encounters a couple painful places on his upper thigh and so he gets a mirror to look more closely and discovers that two of the sores left by the cilice he foolishly wore all day last Thursday have evolved into abscesses, and he also can see that on the skin above one of them is a red stripe running upward towards the lymph gland in his groin indicating that the infection has reached his lymphatic system, and so on this beautiful warm spring Saturday instead of going for a nice walk along the Tidal Basin to see if any cherry blossoms are left he has to go to an urgent care clinic and have the abscesses drained and be given strong antibiotics for what otherwise could become a life-threatening sepsis.

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     M.S. Bellows, Jr. (msbellows@c.im)'s status on Monday, 18-May-2026 06:53:35 JST M.S. Bellows, Jr.

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     Today I hope John Roberts develops diarrhea from the antibiotics he was given yesterday for his infected upper-thigh abscesses, and then as he's sitting on the toilet for the fifth time he finds himself having uncharitable thoughts about his old friend Antonin Scalia for giving him that damned cilice and then he feels guilty and disloyal on top of, you know, having diarrhea.

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     M.S. Bellows, Jr. (msbellows@c.im)'s status on Monday, 18-May-2026 06:53:35 JST M.S. Bellows, Jr.

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     This morning I hope John Roberts is sad. He has no idea why. Just: really sad.

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     M.S. Bellows, Jr. (msbellows@c.im)'s status on Monday, 18-May-2026 06:53:35 JST M.S. Bellows, Jr.

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     This morning I hope John Roberts gets the disturbing news that one of his grandchildren is sick with food poisoning, I mean scary sick, and it makes him even sadder than he was yesterday but also makes him think twice as he heads into the oral arguments today of a case that asks the Court to rule that federal regulatory agencies like the FDA don't have the power to enforce their own rules.

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     M.S. Bellows, Jr. (msbellows@c.im)'s status on Monday, 18-May-2026 06:53:36 JST M.S. Bellows, Jr.

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     Today I hope two very serious men appear at John Roberts' home and inform him that a sentimentally and esthetically pleasing painting he bought for cheap at a swap meet during law school and that hangs in his bedroom where he looks happily at it every single day actually was stolen by Nazis from a Jewish family and must be returned.