This 'blog' explores the juncture of law, politics, ethics and Godly acts of might. The writer is Learned Limb, a jurist who is a product of the mightily Christian Regent Law School.*
The author's nom de guerre (oh, how he hates the neccesity of using the language of cowards and crossdressers) is, of course, an homage to the great Learned Hand, graduate of Harvard Law (when it wasn't an institution of feminized jurisprudence, but rather a bastion of Lordly justice), member of the national House of Represenatives 1839-41 (when Congress was not yet a career for sissy-boys and bored housefraus), a state Senator in the New York Senate 1844-1847, and Associate Justice of the New York Supreme Court from 1847-55. Above all, Hand was a great and godly strongman for Christ in his own day. Hand was a ferocious thewy lion in service to the Lord. His mighty muscles bulged and throbbed beneath his robes as he went about the Lord's work in his flinty New-Englandish manner. His contemporaries described him thus:
"Learned Hand looks as his name sounds. Stockily put together, his flesh is as solid as granite stone. His square, manly face might have been hewn by a sculptor. Bushy eyebrows, which bristle menacingly at any ungodly deed or word, accent his rugged features. For years he has run every morning, even in the worst of weather, the 14 miles from his humble monk-like cell in Brooklyn, where he tends to the poor and sick every evening, to the United State's Courthouse on the isle of Manhattan at Foley square. He eschews bridges as an affront to God's judgement, and thus swims the East River twice a day."
This discription was written when Learned was 74 years young. Admittedly, he had slowed down a little by then; he no longer offered adults rides to Manhattan during his runs, only children. But he was still a mighty bull, rutting and snorting for the Lord.
The capstone of Learned Hands's career was, of course, the more than 40 years he spent on the Federal District Court for NY, CT & VT and the 2nd Circuit Court of Appeals as senior judge and Chief Judge, doing the work of Christ from the bench, and frequently pressing said bench for 12 reps with manly enthusiasm. He tendered his resignation in 1951 to President Truman who said, "as judge and philosopher, you have expressed the spirit of America and the highest in civilization which man has achieved. As a physicial specimen, you are a credit to God, in whose image you were fashioned. Even at your advanced age you are still able to pull down temples on the money-changers with your brutally sinewy hand. We will sorely miss your feats of strength in the Cold War setting in across the globe."
Just so. With this pean to his lofty role model, the author begins his mission to prosthetylize the heathens of the 'blogsphere'.
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