The End of the Imperial Judiciary by Michael Doyle
It is the end of the imperial judiciary As we keep freedom as our legacy. No more will lawlessness prevail As we salute freedom's swell.
A district court has less power than the president. It doesn't matter who the White House resident. This day went well for the rule of law. It's only a pity that some need to recall.
That district courts do not oversee executive policy. It's never been that way in our legal history, Until the radical Left tried to rewrite precedent For reasons of derangement against the sitting president.
It's impacted our nation for the past presidencies - five. That's longer than some have been alive. Stare decisis states we are to follow the past law. It's time for the far Left to decently recall.
Common sense demands that a president be able to act, Unless and until he goes against legal principles or legal facts. I am proud of the Supreme Court for following the law. The law that the far Left now needs to recall.
(c) June 27, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The budget should be balanced, the treasury should be refilled, the public debt should be reduced and the arrogance of public officials should be controlled.” – Ross Perot
“The rights essential to happiness. . . . We claim them from a higher source – from the King of kings and Lord of all the earth.” – John Dickinson, (1801). “The Political Writings of John Dickinson, Esquire: The speech of John Dickinson … May 24th, 1764 … praying the king for a change of the government of the province. 1764”, p.111
From herder of cats to herder of men, The voice of confusion thinks itself Zen. Thirty years of perverted energy Has produced something akin to synergy.
In this passage of marbled history Are the layers of false controversy That have forced America to rearrange While most of us stand back to watch the change.
Loose production produces laughter and levity, Mostly at how life, much like gravity, Leaves much more to be static and grounded Than the original ideas that were impounded.
One by one, what we called our own Became something we could not leave alone Until it became bigger than the total sum, And like Pink Floyd, we became comfortably numb.
No longer did American pretend it was the polite society, As we became overcome by neurosis and anxiety Until the rough crowd was the one allowed To take over the role of acting and being proud.
Sketches that start as something less Became fleshed out into masquerade of success. One with failure as the two ways to die. Opened ended questions with no need to reply...
It's funny how in a life full of choices, The best stories told are filled with voices. The type of voices that need to talk About the lives through which they casually walk.
Smiling like the moaning Lisa revealed Are the bits of truth no longer concealed. It's funny how stories felt dis reputable Have the longest run and slip into being credible.
The best humor comes from the tears of clowns. It's those special places in the soul turned around That speak to the heart deeper than the levity And on the surface, these are face painted as comedy.
(c) June 25, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Drawing on our life's experience There are characters of preference. They serve as molds of imagination. So much of life is pure improvisation.
The charm that got us by As we hustled to give life our try. The shots of the frame-by-frame Are the shots that became our game.
Moving pictures tell the story. Inch by inch these grasp for glory. We were sixteen and knew each other. Our hearts were as close if we were brothers.
Lights out on the night of Brooklyn. Knights rode into the lights of our sins. These were the heroes in our own minds. Bullets flew to leave some of us behind.
The cinematic magic replicated life As swift as we thought, like a switchblade knife. There's so much that we did that it's okay. Who knew if we'd have it any other way.
The fashion of truth is mere dalliance, Fifty years out it might pass as brilliance. We drank from the well of the divine spark. Then we struggled to separate light from dark.
Always pushing forward for something more. Blow by blow, we learned to even the score. Along the way, friendship saw us through. I suppose it still does in everything we do.
The push through can feel like sheer brutality As life is lived with true humility. Every step taken is one that is real. It doesn't matter how we think it's supposed to feel.
Life and love is all about the chemistry. To be unafraid is to live our truest artistry. Experiments in experience of the go between, It's the visceral that is lived as if it is real.
It's the deep dive that is felt as if known. It's the along the way that reveals how we've grown. Day to day, life lived hits each of differently. It becomes our spirituality to be lived reverently.
(c) June 24, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
