Ponder, for a moment, this factual statement from Politico:
"The Supreme Court [ruled today, 6-3] ... that the Environmental Protection Agency does not have broad authority to curb planet-warming pollution from power plants."
The Environmental. Protection. Agency. has been stripped of its authority to Curb. Planet. Pollution. (Oh, and to hell with the planet in general.)
What, pray tell, is the EPA's authority? To curb spits on the sidewalk? No, that can't be it. This squalid, "demonstrably erroneous" Court would only find a personal right that extends to one's sidewalk spitting, though not to women's sovereignty over their bodies.
Our 6-3 Court of planet-boiling, industrial-era-choking pollution is playing a devilishly clever game of Catch-22, or rather Catch-50. It ruled that Congress must provide specific authority to the EPA to prevent us from dying early deaths from anything but Blue Skies. (The EPA's other authorities, such as overseeing clean water, will, presumably, also go down.) Which of course Congress shall never do, because if minority Republicans in the Senate don't filibuster it, majority Republicans in Congress would see that it's tabled.
But if, by some political miracle — perhaps because millions of us begin dropping like gnats from contaminated water, poisonous air and heat exhaustion — Congress does approve such extraordinarily sensible EPA authority, the Court would then find that said authority should be left to the local industry-controlled states, not the federal legislature.
Hence, hoping to hang on to our vastly endangered health, we'll soon be taking bike rides in environments like this.