I swear to God, the only saving grace that uncle Thomas ruckus sits on the court is watching him soft shoe and be Stephen to the Django in every situation.
He's stuck self- loathing through his horrid, backbroken life but able to even live his own heritage and to suck the white cocks of every conservative justice to try and prove his alliance, joyfully fullthroating every piece of racism his cohorts can muster and then asking "got anything else for me massah" his whole pathetic life.
I wish some actual historian would write the book of his uncle Tom ass pretty soon so that he would be alive to be able to read it, and to maybe realize the truth of his filth before he so rightly dies in the arms of his fat, horrid ditch pig (thanks @bama) wife that truly really only loves him for his subservience to her master race class, such as he is her house boy.
I wish that book to be written, and for him to have to see that truth.
And then to die with that truth constantly flashing before his eyes as he shuffles off this mortal coil understanding that he was one of the worst humans to ever dawn a robe post Warren.
But other than that, he's cool