You think you're God?
Figures.
You're twisting again. Do you think you'll get away with that stuff at the Final Judgement?
Maybe your case will go something like this, but I wouldn't count on it, if I was you:
God to Roscoe at the Final Judgement: "Did you bring the court decisions and the statute books?"
Roscoe: "Yes, they're right here. See, all of my crimes were 'legalized.'"
God: "Golden Rule, Shmolden Rule! How about your vices? Did you smoke, drink, chew, or go with girls that do?"
Roscoe: "No way!"
God: "How about dancing? Playing cards?"
Roscoe: "No way, I'm clean!"
God: "That settles it then. You've learned your lessons well. You obeyed every dictate of the state no matter how brutal without even giving a thought that some sissy liberal 'higher law' might obligate you to do otherwise."