Sometimes, especially when I am not writing about poo, I fancy myself an educator. At the very least, that is the rationalization that allows me to conclude that this blog is not my own personal version of Narcissus gazing at his own reflection. So, off with the poo hat, and on with whatever the hell teacher’s put on their heads.
Pretend if you need to, but answer the following question, dear readers: If you were a young federal district judge, what should you have learned from the Scheindlin/Second Circuit dispute? Later, I may answer my own question, but, for now, I would like some help as I think about this question.