Stifling the Althouse.

She's shameless.  Battling the strawmen she sets up:

Expect Antonin Scalia to be canonized as the Saint of Constitutional Principle. The Democrats will not have him as their scary monster anymore. Dead, he's an angel. It will be hard to say his seat should be filled by someone unlike him.

I'll remind you of my hopes from yesterday's post:

And I hope too, that things won't get too crude in the coming days, from those people who eschewed Scalia's politics and moralizing from the Bench, objecting to what they surely will see as legal worship for the Jesuit-educated conservative. 

An original thinker, Ann is not.
Nor is she a lawyer even, or she might reconsider this:

But, really, does it matter what the Constitution means? (Especially now that Scalia is dead. It can mean whatever we need it to mean now. The bulwark is gone. Let creativity run wild.)

That is the dumbest thing, I think, that she has ever published.

We get it:  she herself was a diversity pick, an art school hippie who was chosen for law school, and a state-school professorship after a few years practicing and bearing her boys while employed at a New York law firm.

She hasn't written any law review articles in years, and her legal scholarship is clearly suspect.  Her pretty face is aging, and we're awarding less and less diversity points to elite white women, even those once married to Jewish men.

Her unemployed Indiana-raised husband is tossing around racial codewords like "jig" (short for jigaboo?) in discussing President Obama's likely choice of nominees.  (ie.  -- I saw hundreds of jigs dancing on the rooftops in Madison yesterday.)

Nobody I know is glad a man died, alone and thousands of miles from his home and family.
But Ann and Meade are telling us people are worshipping St. Scalia (that's sacrilegious to most) and the jigs are out dancing in Madison at news of the death.

Let the people vote for president first, and then let the president and Senate work together to seat the most qualified candidates.  If it's a woman, or a dark-skinned minority, so be it.

But enough with the religious smears or the jig jokes... it looks bad for the Univ. of Wisconsin, because everybody educated there does not think like ann althouse.
Isn't it time to retire and ride off into the sunset yourself already?