You see, there is a little known legal statute in a remote nomadic village of mystics and pathalogical swine eaters northeast of Ekibastuz, Kazakhstan, near a small tributary of the Ishum River, on a small ridge facing that big rock jutting up from the ground that my father swears looks like Aunt B’s bunyon that says, “Obama doesn’t have to show any proof of anything whatsoever.”
And that’s how the Supreme Court came up with its decision. I’m afraid international law superceded here.