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Let's stop acting like one X/Twitter Post is that important

 The Supreme Court's decision on birth right citizenship was a decision to do nothing. It kept things the way they have been for decades, or a century. 

So some posts on X, such as below, means a. all conservatives are against birthright citizenship, and b. all conservatives are stupid and apocalyptic. 

I don't like that anyone born in this country is automatically a citizen, but anyone includes me. 

The post: It seems to rage at two SC justices in particular. To be clear, I don't agree with this.

Several ways forward here given the choice of Roberts/Barrett to nullify the 14th Amendment and extra-constitutionally replace it with their own language: 1) Nullification. States issue birth certificates, and they can just stop issuing them to non-citizens. Roberts/Barrett can deal with the fallout and litigate each birth individually. 2) Pack the court. If Robert wants to be a politician who writes laws instead of a judge, then he can fight with 10 more unelected legislators in robes. 3) Deny entry to all pregnant foreigners. 4) Deny entry to all female foreigners. 5) Require sterilization of all foreign visitors prior to entry. 6) Dissolution of the Union. A nation which can’t even restrict who gets to be a citizen isn’t a nation. 7) Amend the Constitution. This is pointless, because once a judge decides he can rewrite the Constitution at will (as Roberts and Barrett did today), the actual text is meaningless. But this is what most GOP politicians gravitate towards because they are useless. If you think all these options are not great, understand that that is what happens when unelected judges decide that they are in charge of the country and get to write its laws.

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