Brett Kavanaugh hearings: Comedia Insana--things not present and things hidden
Dear Swampers and those who prefer dryness (as in martinis), with my dogged persistence (what a mixed analogy), as a serious student of Swampology I have, with great effort, compiled a list of impediments to the confirmation of Brett Kavanaugh as a supreme court justice.
First, let's set the scene: McTurtle is pulling out all the restraints, being more aggressive than Chuck Grassley, to get BK seated on the SC. Lots of fireworks including cherry bombs going off at the tail end of the process. Not to say I am surprised that a rape train is being put in the way. Seems that upon further examination, there were neither cars nor passengers behind the engine--an old coal-fueled locomotive.
So far, we have the San Francisco spymaster receiving a "memo" from a reluctant "victim". She, aka CBF (Christine Blasey Ford) who was first in line, asked for DiFi to keep her name out of it--fat chance! DiFi is not good at keeping secrets. Leaking unilaterally Senate intelligence Committee notes (before she was to nimbly recuse herself from said committee) plus having a "chauffeur" very skilled at delivering messages than he was at driving past Chinatown without making a few unscheduled stops. Of course, DiFi was resting her eyes in the back seat and didn't notice.
Your indefatigable reporter following evidence:
So CBF gathers up her entire two ounces of courage, and astoundingly writing a redacted note without being drunk. Old habits die hard. (Of course I am using political reasoning here which is an oxymoron). Therefore CBF is still a raging drunk. Staggering around from pillar to post, getting salacious looks from dark-haired Irishmen. Astoundingly all, these fellows evilly eyeing her uniformly looking like BK--at least she thinks these fellows kinda, sorta look like BK--or the guy who was BK's classmate.
At this point, the few of you reading this essay (if this could be so named) will note the lack of documentation. Say what? The lack of documentation of CBF's claim(s) is the example which I have decided to adopt. So if you decide to get proof, look no further. The Democraptic Dicktum
is to throw shit on the wall and see what stinks--oops, wrong metaphor. They want to see what poo sticks to the proverbial wall.
Statute of limitations for rape or sexual assault in Maryland is forever--except when both parties are juveniles. Now both the complainant and complaintee are old enough to be grandparents. The statute of limitations has long since run. CBF's adolescent boozing must have affected her long term memory for she cannot remember lots of stuff like when it happened, where it happened, how she got to the party, how she got home. She also forgot to report the odious deed to the local police, which is still the proper jurisdiction, not the FBI. But despite being in a near-blackout condition, she clearly (well sorta clearly, allowing for ethanolic visual blurring) kinda remembers a wrestling match with two of the males jumping on top of her--but--wrestling each other. This allowed her to escape. If these two malevolent teenagers from a posh boys school were trying to deflower her, they sure didn't seem very focused on their intent.
In all the greasy, odoriferous political moves, even including those of HRC, DiFi is in the running for gold medal status. By the way DiFi, how much money did your hubby make from his Chinese investments during Wei Long Huang's 20 year employment by you?
The story starts to unravel as soon as DiFi presents her case to the entire Senate Judiciary Committee. Oh, wait--she didn't do that. Instead she is jealously guarding the almost original note from CBF (except for redactions) from visual inspection by all other members of the Committee--even those of her own party. DiFi obviously takes no chances. He maternal instincts required her to sit on the letter for 7 weeks, hoping it would hatch without further intervention.
Then, along comes
Jones, er, Martinez. Here she is a poor delicate flower of youth thrust into Ivy League bastion, Yale University (home of the Bushies and Skull & Bones). College freshman, shed also has a fondness for John Barleycorn (or Jane Barleycorn if you wish). She, too, likes to party hearty. In fact, she too, seeks to drink herself into oblivion, deprived of all conscious intention. Oh, poor thing! Brave she is though because she admitted her drunkeness was self-induced. But--then--those nasty man / men / folie á trois started putting things, you know things like dildoes in her face. Disgusting. "Well, I think it was BK". She does not complain but tells a close friend lacking the severe amount of inebriation,, to share the news like Paula Revere: "Brett Kavanaugh just rubbed his penis in Martinez's face. If you didn't catch the name, students, it was B-r-e-t-t K-a-v-a-n-a-u-g-h
Of course in this accusation, those who were said to have witnessed the event denied any memory of the even itself. A classmate or two kinda, sorta remember somebody, not Martinez, saying something about the ersatz male organ in someone's face. And by golly those same folks still remember the hearsay but no fact witnesses to the event can be found. So this accusation, following so closely upon the CBF claims, establishes a pattern. A pattern not of sexual deviancy but of Democratic complicity.
But wait! There's more. Michael "Stormy" Avenatti has a third female willing to claim--well, he says she'll claim something about BK violating the #Metoo code of conduct. We have yet to learn the full details of this faerie tale. I hope Mike took pictures.
The net effect of this is that BK will be confirmed in a unusually vitriolic hearing in Committee. If the Repugnants do not get BK to a full Senate vote, they will lose face faster than a Clinton lies. Lack of a full Senate vote, even if BK fails to get confirmed, could cost them the Senate. Jeff Flake indicates he will vote "present". Susan Collins is wavering. I am not sure what she'll do on this.
BK's confirmation hearing yield lotsa softball questions by the Repugnants and very few piercing questions by the Demonrats. Leahy and a few others tossed in some barbs but they seemed to go nowhere. BK is a strict constitutionalist, according to Repugnants. But he loves corporations, which by the magic of Supreme Court wisdom, who were gifted by Gott, to endow life into inanimate creations, such as corporations.
BK loves Citizen's United, one is that money equals speech and all that. Man, I've had bad laryngitis for far too long.
He also thinks that forced arbitration (binding) is fair because the financial institutions where people put their money after their mattresses get lumpy, put in their boilerplate such a requirement.
Such disclosure of course, if agreed to, gives the customer no privilege to bitch or moan.
Where were the piercing questions about Corporate sovereignty? Where were the questions about equity in resource allocation, such as in the EPA or Interior Department? What about questions for the legitimacy of prolonged detentions to provide governments with cheap labor?
Of course, Roe v Wade is always a big sticking point, the tip of which BK avoided, and the issue was effectively abandoned.
There is one pre-eminent reason the Demonrats did not ask BK probing questions about Corporations--because the very same Corporations bribe them too.
In the end, we the people lose.
The tactic of the Demonrats were the lowest, slimiest since at least Eugene Debs. The offered an implausible comic opera as a feeble blockader to the nomination of BK. In my opinion, BK was a horrible choice for SCOTUS because of the above. He should not have been nominated, much less confirmed. But the Dims contain to estrange more and more people from their cause. Progressives and classical liberals aren't happy with BK. But the Dims will not only lose their chance but they insured a larger Repugnant midterm voter turnout.
Some interesting points about the Blasey family have been disclosed by George Webb. Both the father and grandfather were CIA. CBF also received some sort of CIA employment, even if not actually in the agency. The Blasey family are deep in the center of CIA plots such as drugs, arms, bribes. The Blasey subject is not something about which to become blasé. (ouch).