…And I, for one, believe her. [John’s whining screed — aimed mostly at Senator Flake, but also at the PhD holding victim — may be found here. Among other matters, John denigrates her — by refusing to accord to her, her earned title.]
I don’t give a rip that you don’t believe her. [Maybe you and your handlers should have considered that some one or more of these thousands of bales of straw just might break the back of the “camel” nominee called Kavanaugh. He’s dry humps, doubled.] That is, there were, and are, a thousand reasons to oppose Kavanaugh, and Sen. Flake (R., and a Judiciary Committee member) has apparently decided tonight this will be the hill he dies on, related to the ill-starred nomination.
I’m okay with that.
John, for his part, is “okay” with what would have been a US Supreme Court Justice who — even as a high schooler — highly likely might have forcibly sexually assaulted a woman who is now a Stanford professor.
As a Justice on the highest court in the land, for life?
John, John, John…. [It would have been enough for me that he refused (during a hearing recess) to shake the hand of the father of a Parkland shooting victim, then lied about the essential character of the encounter — when there was videotape of it all.]
But back to the point: John has young daughters. I am simply shaking my head here.
Perhaps think about something other than the hard right glory you hope to reap from a (now likely lost) seat on the high court. Think about… that Professor, as a high-schooler, being your daughter, John. Would this be your answer, still?
I would hope not. I would certainly… hope… not.
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