Apparently the nine black-robed Gladys Kravitzes of the U.S. Supreme Court had all weekend to sit around pondering how they were going to top the monumental gaffe made by the Indiana supremes in Barnes v. Indiana.
Showing up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for work this morning, they gave it the old college try.
Long story short, the po-po in the case in question were in leisurely pursuit of an ambling suspect. Rounding the corner, they were faced with two apartment doors through which he could have gone. The smell of burning doobage was wafting from the one on the left, so they knocked. Nobody answered and, hearing movement inside, they busted it down, rather than going and fetching a warrant based on the probable cause of the smell of burning doobage.
Their dude wasn't inside, having gone through the other door, so they settled for the Second Place trophy of arresting the guy who was. "Sucks to be him", ruled SCOTUS in an eight-to-one decision, with only Ginsburg (?!) on the side of the angels. (Et tu, Clarence?)
This is bad farce. The only thing worse than an evil, sinister police state is the Three Stooges police state we're going to wind up with. "Hey, Moe! You're under arrest!"