It’s the first day of classes, so David Wittenberg thinks he can still get away with a column about stuff that happened over the summer.

Bong Hitz 4 Jesus. There. I just said it. How do you like me now, Supreme Court?

If Justice Stevens had wanted to do his dissent properly, he would have told Sarah Silverman’s version of The Aristocrats from the bench. On the same day that the Supreme Court protected Corporate America’s right to muck up our elections, it delivered a sucker punch — the kind with a roll of pennies squeezed in its balled-up fist — to high school students’ sacred right to say stupid stuff. I mean what I said there. High school kids ought to have a right to say stupid stuff.