That's a Spicy Meat-a-Ball

In the grand old tradition of Republicans using obscenities as though it were a bodily function, Justice Scalia is jumping into the mix with a little ethnic flavor. Almost as interesting as his Italian "fuck you" is how miserably he tried to explain it away.

The short version? He made the gesture you see to your right to a cameraman while saying, "To my critics, I say, ‘Vaffanculo.'" Fine with me. Hey, I'm full of fucking obscenities. As soon as Scalia heard the camera's click, he was like, "You're uh... like not going to print that or anything, right?" Antonin, not being a political veteran like a Dick Cheney, who can shoot a man in the face, skip the hospital to sober up, and not tell the media about it for two days, wasn't able to squeeze out of it. When people started asking him questions, his explanation – it's Sicilian; you wouldn't understand.

Not so much. Well, fuck you too, Scalia. It's nice to know that we have someone so reasoned and balanced up there on the bench. I can see why Sandy left you. Ouch! Sting a little, Tony? All politics and evil Republicans aside, you can see why Dick and Tony like to go hunting together, can't you? You got a couple of men's men, drunk on power and whiskey, walking through the woods with loaded shotguns, cursing like sailors and bragging about the size of their dicks and the chicks they used to bang before all the heart attacks. Fuck, even I wanna go.