Somewhere along the line, after his father passed away (1983?), "Franky" lost his faith, or the faith of his father anyway, but obviously none of his venom.
That's not to say all he imagines isn't actually the case. I'm certain that it is, certainly at least a part of the kind of stew one should expect when the Rule of Law regresses again to the Rule of men, or of a man.
If those who derive whatever authority they might presume to have from the Constitution decide that document no longer means what it plainly says, all kinds of subjective reasoning is likely to come to the surface.
What does Franky hope to accomplish with this latest diatribe? Does he advocate stirring up a million Wacos? Is his the cry of liberal despair?
It's not enough that those whom conscience dictates they accede to liberal ascendancy, they should also desire to leave a tip for the executioner and stick their heads laughingly into the noose.
(I still say it's spinach, and I still say to hell with it.)