Moore tried to play the system and he done got played. Played like a
church piano. Played like a cheap fiddle. Played like a parade in the
shade. Played like dueling banjos on hee haw. Yeah, it's Gloatin'
Time!! :))). The Supreme Court lifted up Moore's pink little dress,
pulled down his dirty diaper and swatted his lily white rump like the
naughty little brat deserved. Boooh Yah! Who's yo daddy. Not Sky-daddy!
Moore's been forsaken.

See here's what I mean. Moore was trying to force the SCOTUS to rule on
his case right away. He thought he could manufacture a crisis by not
filing until the last minute and refusing to follow the order. He
thought he could assemble his mouth-breathing minions at prayer rallies.
But he fucked up. He placed his bet, but then he choked. He crashed and
burned. He lost. Game over, man. By the time the SCOTUS gets around to
hearing his appeal, 2-3 months from now, The state may have half a
million in fines and Moore may have a new butt-buddy in the federal pen.
Then the impeachment proceeding begin :)....This is toooooo sweet!!!
Moore has had this coming for a long time.