It’s the holiday season, and that means soon my favorite Christmas movie of all time will be playing nonstop on my television. To me, “A Christmas Story” never gets old. But I was struck by a thought recently: Ralphie could never be a Supreme Court justice.
Ralphie beat up Scott Farkus, after all. The fact that Farkus was a bully doesn’t matter in these days of “zero tolerance.” Fighting back is not allowed. Plus, he enabled his friend, Flick, to suffer a tongue injury by not stopping him from licking a frozen flagpole. And then there’s that whole obsession with the Red Ryder BB gun.
Without a doubt, if Ralphie were nominated by President Donald Trump to take a seat on the Supreme Court, the anti-gun Left would be coming for him. He’d be labelled a sociopathic child who fantasized about killing bank robbers or worse. Everytown’s Michael Bloomberg would devote tens of millions of dollars to defeat the “Second Amendment extremist who believes assault weapons should be legal and have compasses in their stocks.” The media would be full of analysts making dire predictions about another gun-toting man taking a seat on the high court.
I have no idea what kind of Supreme Court justice Ralphie would have made—after all, we’ve never even seen him as an adult. But that doesn’t even matter. Sadly, we’re in an age where the opposition comes first, and the professed reason for the opposition comes later. The real reason, of course, is pure partisanship and blind hatred toward our right to keep and bear arms. But while we might not have Ralphie on the Supreme Court, thanks in part to NRA members and their activism, we now have someone even better.