We now know that Ginni Thomas, the wife of Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas (and a woman who cannot even accurately spell her own first name) was very active in the attempt to overthrow the legitimate election of President Biden. She exchanged texts with the White House advocating ways to undermine the results. This has raised serious questions about the objectivity of the Justice, especially since he was the only one on the Court to rule against the release of White House documents, including those very e-mails of his wife.
We can only imagine what kinds of pillow talk Mr. and Mrs. Thomas have in their private moments. Well, actually, we don’t have to imagine it. It turns out that “Inside Supreme Court Bedrooms Monthly” just happened to be doing an investigative piece on Justice Thomas. While doing that, they planted a camera that picked up the following:
[GINNI AND CLARENCE ARE LYING IN THEIR BED. CLARENCE IS IN THE CONDITION THAT HE TYPICALLY ASSUMES ON THE BENCH – HE IS OBLIVIOUS. GINNI IS SITTING UP.]
GINNI: Clarence, are you asleep?
CLARENCE: (mumbling) Whatever Scalia thinks.
GINNI: Don’t just give me that same old answer you give for everything. Are you awake???
CLARENCE: Now, I guess so. What do you want?
GINNI: I want you to get a backbone, Clarence. I want you to order the Congress to put Donald Trump, the rightful President, back into office. And I want it tomorrow!!! Release the Kraken or I’ll be crackin’ an important part of you.
CLARENCE: Ginni, I’m not sure I can do that. I need to talk to Scalia.
GINNI: Scalia’s dead, Clarence, just like your integrity. Maybe I should call you by the nickname that my friends do.
CLARENCE: You mean, “Claire”
GINNI: No, stupid. Not “Claire.” That would be sweet and caring. That’s only part of it. No, they call you “Clar-abell”, that’s because you are a clown. So, hey, Clarabell, please make yourself useful and save the country, will ya’? What do I have to do to make you do this? Should I withhold sex?
CLARENCE: (without showing it to Ginni, he is half- smiling) Oh, no, honey. (with more than just a hint of sarcasm) Anything but that.
GINNI: Oh, I will. Believe me. You deny me this, and the next time you’re horny, you’ll have to find one of those Satanic Democrat pederasts to bring you a little boy.
CLARENCE: O.K. my little cupcake. Let me talk to the other guys. I’ll see what I can do.
GINNI: Oh, don’t tell me about the other guys. They’re all just a bunch of liberal revolutionaries.
CLARENCE: Honeybun, isn’t that going a bit too far? I mean, I have to work with those people.
GINNI: Not for long, Clarabell. When we take back power, we’re planning a mass arrest of that whole bunch of radicals, including most of your co-workers. We’re going to put our own people in those jobs. Alex Jones is all set to take over as Chief Justice.
CLARENCE: But, my sweetness, Alex Jones isn’t even a lawyer.
GINNI: So, what. You paved the way for Supreme Court Justices who don’t know the law, remember? You can be so dumb. I don’t know what I was thinking when I tied myself up with you.
CLARENCE: (with a little smirk on his face and getting close to Ginni) How about we try that again, baby. I love getting tied up with you. I pretend that I’m one of those patriotic hero cops who torture people. I’ll get the rope.
GINNI: You bring that rope close to me and I’ll hang you with it. You’ve become an embarrassment to me. They are laughing at me at the Q-anon meetings. I was desperate to join their group and they only let me in because they thought I could get you to restore King Donald to his rightful throne.
CLARENCE: But my sugarplum, people are already asking me to resign or recuse because of you. How can I . . .?
GINNI: People, people, people. Where are your balls, Clarabell? You want me to go to the media and tell them about your porn collection? How about I disclose the affair between you and Lindsay Graham?
CLARENCE: (Upset) Lindsay would have married me, Ginni, but the race thing got in the way. Oh, if only I wasn’t black.
GINNI: Hey, listen, buddy boy, you are black. The only reason Bush put you are on the Supreme Court is because you are a black man who pretends not to be. That made you perfect for him. And that makes you perfect for us, too. We need someone who the white racists will follow because of his ideas, and that the black folks will follow because of his color. When those pigmentation partners of yours hit the streets, they’ll destroy cities for us like they do when they riot for all of that silly racial equality stuff.
CLARENCE: (Not looking at Ginni. His eyes are closed again. He is fantasizing about Lindsay Graham and himself. Then, suddenly he reacts to his wife.) Whatever you want, my little glazed donut. I’ll issue an Order in the morning. But can I just go back to sleep? I have some dreams I want to return to.
So far, that Order has not yet been issued. But stay tuned.
We were right 
As a 70 year old black man, I remember many various incidents of astonished delight at times of Black achievement. Diahann Carroll slapping the shit out of Joan Collins on Dynasty, the first time I saw black actors in a soap commercial, Vanessa Williams winning Miss America, Cassius Clay putting Liston on his ass and talking trash to Howard Cosell, O.J. being found not guilty (later regretting celebrating that asshole but, at the time, it was “finally, a win!”) and, of course, Obama winning the presidency. All of those moments gave hope for progress. And then, there is the national embarassment named Clarence Thomas. A black man elevated to the highest court in the land who routinely proves that every brother ain’t a brother. How will we ever get to Martin’s promised land with Clarence in the way?
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