Look, I’m a grateful immigrant. I came here because America’s got rules that actually mean something — power checked, no kings. But when the Court struck down Trump’s IEEPA tariffs yesterday, it felt like watching the ref call a foul on the guy trying to stop a street fight.
Trump saw an emergency: fentanyl flooding in from Mexico, Canada, China — killing our kids while trade imbalances gut jobs. He didn’t go polite. He went nuclear—broad tariffs to drag ’em to the table. Because if they’d played nice, we’d never be here.
The majority? Roberts and five others: “Sorry, text ain’t there.” IEEPA says regulate imports, ban ’em, block ’em — but no “tariff” or “duty.” Congress owns taxes. Fair. Keeps the President from going rogue.
But the dissent — Kavanaugh, Thomas, Alito—nails the gut punch: If he can flat-out ban everything, why can’t he just condition entry? Slap a fee, not a wall? It’s illogical. Foreign affairs? That’s executive turf — history backs it, from Nixon to the founders. Why tie his hands when the threat’s real?
We get it. The Constitution’s there to stop overreach. But come on — being “too cute” with words while drugs kill and factories close? That’s what frustrates every regular man, and woman who sees the news. President knows the landscape. He needs tools. If Congress won’t hand ’em over, we’re stuck yelling at shadows.
America’s strong because of law. But law without teeth? That’s just theater.
– The Grateful Immigrant from St. Paul, Minnesota
February 21, 2026
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