Late last week, I offered a few possibilities, none definitive, for the family dynamic among the Antonin Scalia clan and its nine children. Is his wife saintly, beleaguered, adoring, contemptuous? And, amazingly enough, we all got an answer the next day, right here:
“My wife calls me Mr. Clueless.”
Whether this precedent should be interpreted narrowly or broadly, I leave to the Scalia family court to decide.
That’s what I call him too.