Tyrannical said:
You know, if you ever do make it into law school you'll realize how funny that above statement is. Don't try to get it now, you probably won't. But even if it takes years to get the joke, try real hard to remember what your wrote there. I promise, you won't graduate from law school without finding that really funny.
I suppose I could comment on your long meandering post on writs of certiorari and the Judiciary Act of 1925. First, you are completely and utterly wrong. Anything to do with a writ of certioari has to do when the case has already been heard from a lower court and it is being appealed. I was speaking about cases that would have original jurisdiction with the supreme court, and that has nothing to do with writs of certioari by definition. The supreme court hears cases presented to them on which they have original jurisdiction. They have both appelete and original jurisdiction over suits between States and the federal government. It is up to the plantif to file the suit where they want it heard. I was referring to a hypothetical is a state sued the federal government over this case. |
That's pretty much what he said in his post:
The Certiorari Act greatly reduced the number of decisions in either state courts of last resort or federal appeals courts that parties could appeal to the Supreme Court as a matter of right.
And you can't expect someone who even wants to go to law school to know much or anything about original jurisdiction before they get there. The rules for original jurisdiction in the Supreme Court are the most unique as well.
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