Kavanaugh: noun ka’-va-naw // modern meaning: tarpit, tar baby, quicksand
Pity the Republicans. Here they are hoping for a miracle on the scale of Moses parting the Red Sea as a blue tsunami approaches this fall in the midterms and their one possible redemption as lackeys to the Trump mashup is to park another rightwing justice on the Supreme Court. They’ve got the votes, they’ve got their man and so they scramble headlong to get this nomination done before the elections and yeah, it looks like a winning touchdown with only a minute on the game clock. Until, wait a second! … until this woman, this Christine Blasey Ford tackler emerges out of nowhere and stops the game, timeout, timeout!
She’s got a little story to tell about an attempted rape thirty odd years ago by a 17 year old kid named Kavanaugh. It’s really an incredibly credible story. Names, places, even got a second drunk attacker and she names him too, some blackout drunk who wrote a book called, appropriately, WASTED, chronicling his sorry exploits of those drunken revelries he and the judge shared with their fellow preppies. She’s taken a polygraph and passed. She has transcripts of her therapy sessions years ago where she’s trying to work through the trauma of that night. The judge testifies he doesn’t remember this attack, says he wasn’t even there, didn’t know this woman, maybe didn’t even live in the country back then, possibly wasn’t even born yet. The blackout boy, he of course doesn’t remember anything. Who ya gonna believe?
This is the #MeToo Moment for the current Republicans, a chance to get it right after that Anita Hill mess where they victimized the victim in a nasty public tribunal of old white guys displaying ugly brutal chauvinism. The trick now, of course, is to look as if they’re seriously considering Ms. Ford’s testimony, then announcing he said, she said, then throwing up their collective hands, what are you gonna do? And then confirming a guy who more than likely did attack that woman, who is lying about it now, who has never and will never apologize for what are probably drunk actions long long ago by an intoxicated kid of 17.
Good luck with that, guyz. I read a column this morning by a woman who argued like one of the GOP’s on the Judicial Committee that it was possible Ms. Ford was suffering from mistaken identity. Different guy on top of her, she just got confused. Happens all the time, she said. Probably the best explanation for two different accounts, she said. Ho ho. Ha ha. Let’s see if that flies with the women watching this kangaroo court played out day after day. No, we don’t want the FBI looking into this. No, we can’t delay the hearings any longer. No, we need to be fair to the ‘process’. Yup, we believe Judge Kavanaugh. He did not have attempted sex with that woman.
Trust me, boyz, you need to let go of this tar baby. But we know, don’t we, you won’t. Good luck selling that to the women voters in November, pals.
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Why does every a Republican version of events sound like an episode of The Twilight Zone? She was hypnotized! She had a memory implant! There were two identical looking 17 year old boys at the party, they even talked the same, had the same mannerisms, and identical taste in 15 year old girls, so much so that no one could possibly tell them apart – – or maybe, everyone could tell them apart except Christine Blasey Ford. Perhaps she had an undiagnosed case of face blindness?
The possibilities are endless, anything could have happened except the one thing Kavanaugh is accused of doing in a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is an area which we call, the Republican Zone.
Ah, Grasshopper, there IS a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It lies between the pit of our stomach and the summit of the last election. It lacks imagination and disdains logic. And yeah, you got the name right.