"How many times does an angel fall?"
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In A Sentence™
John motherfucking Marshall: the boss motherfucker of American jurisprudence. (I'm toning down my so-called expletives for this scholarly review.)
Quick Review™
+ Chief Justice Marshall. Enough said. Shut your mouth and learn something!
- There is no docent like me to slap some people -- literally, nor figuratively -- with some damn vigour for the subject. (I would slap the first person -- man, woman, or child -- who lacked respect for the man in his house. (Bring back dueling.)
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Let me tell you something about Marshall. He didn't fuck around. He didn't wake up and ponder: how am I going to piss my life away today ....
His brother on the other hand: that worthless asshole was at fault for the whole Marbury v. Madison fiasco. Pro Tip: don't entrust your brother with anything of any importance at anytime, ever. (Bring back dueling.)
Now what am I going on about? It doesn't matter. Visit the house and ask.
It's in Richmond. Street parking is insert-some-goddamn-coin godforsaken meters as if it were the 1950's. There are a bunch of people around the block sitting outside in the deadly summer heat fanning their balmy selves with newspapers as if it were the 1950's. (There is a public bus terminal.)
Anyway, this is an historical gem. Add his final place of rest (Richmond), the courtroom in the capital building where he whooped on some dumb jabronis' asses (Richmond as well), and his church (Colonial Williamsburg) for the full John motherfucking Marshall experience!
We need another John Marshall. We need another Hugo Black (post Klan, obviously). We need another Thurgood Marshall. We need to find a way to clone us a bunch of Notorious R.B.G.'s.
I digress. It's a small house and short tour. It's not the goddamn Hearst Castle, you philistines. Just go towards the end of the day so you are not that affected by the tour being abridged. Or read so you won't need anyone to teach you anything.
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Tourists
Lots of tourists here -- naturally -- especially since, you know, U.S. Southerns (I call them Confederates) don't care about actual heroes. (Don't get them started on the traitors though!)
Kids
Good for kids. I didn't see any but the Bostonian I was with was short enough in stature to be considered a kid and he was welcomed.
Dogs
Good for dogs. Except they are prohibited, more than likely. What the hell do I know; who travels to the capital of the Confederacy with a dog?
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Rating: Four-stars, "Yay! I'm a fan." read more