The Judge, the Jail, and the Joke of Judicial Power

There’s something grotesquely comical about watching a federal judge throw a judicial tantrum over a plane already halfway to El Salvador. Picture it, men with violent gang tattoos stamped across their foreheads strapped into an outbound jet, while back in D.C., Judge James Boasberg waves his gavel like a conductor trying to stop a symphony that’s already in the encore.

But this isn’t a comedy—it’s a constitutional crisis masquerading as courtroom drama. And the punchline? The executive branch is being lectured about deportation by the very same judicial circus that waves criminal aliens across the border like they’re returning VIPs.

President Donald Trump invoked the Alien Enemies Act of 1798, a law older than the cotton gin and twice as useful. Passed in an age when powdered wigs still counted as headwear, the Act allows the president to deport nationals of a hostile nation during times of conflict. It's not decorative. It’s not a relic. It’s not just some historical knick-knack sitting on a dusty shelf next to the Alien and Sedition Acts.

It is active law, live and loaded. And in Trump’s hands, it has become the wrecking ball aimed squarely at foreign gang networks burrowing into America like termites through rotted floorboards.

Yet Judge Boasberg—one of our modern-day robe-wearing lighthouse keepers—wants to shine his little light and steer the ship of state back toward the rocks. His chief complaint is that the administration’s language was "disrespectful." Disrespectful? This is the Department of Justice, not the Hallmark Channel.

What was the offense—failure to sprinkle glitter and affirmations on their legal filings? While Venezuelan nationals affiliated with the bloodthirsty Tren de Aragua cartel are getting deported with all the mercy of a freight train, Boasberg is busy critiquing tone.

That’s not jurisprudence. That’s brunch-table fragility.

The judge’s outrage didn’t stop at tone-policing. He fretted aloud that some of the deportees “might not be gang members.” Might. Not. Be. Has the American legal system now been reduced to hand-wringing over the hypothetical innocence of men who were, in Trump’s words, “carefully vetted” and shipped out precisely because they’re foreign threats?

Let’s say it clearly. These men were not arrested for jaywalking in Peoria. They weren’t snagged off the local soccer field mid-orange-slice. These are illegal aliens flagged for association with a transnational criminal syndicate responsible for human trafficking, extortion, and dismembering their enemies with machetes. Yet somehow, in the upscale air-conditioned comfort of a federal courtroom, their departure has become a civil rights emergency.

Boasberg wept, metaphorically, that they didn’t get a legal remedy. Tell me, what legal remedy do American citizens get when they're gunned down in broad daylight by MS-13 recruits who should’ve been deported six detainers ago?

What recourse does the grieving father have when his daughter’s killer was granted sanctuary by a judge who fancies himself a modern-day Solon?

None. No hearing. No appeal. Just a funeral and a folded flag.