Several weeks ago I wrote a column called “What I learned from the Kavanaugh Hearings.” Little did I know that there would be a sequel…
“What I Learned from the Kavanaugh Show Trial”
First, never ask the rhetorical question, “How low can Democrat politicians go?” Because… now the only things left are cannibalism and necrophilia. I mean, as far as I know. (On the other hand, is it possible that Michael Moore achieved that size without consuming at least one or two human beings? Just to be on the safe side, can someone please do a head count/wellness check on all of his family and neighbors and co-workers?)
Second, if Donald Trump does not soon tag evil sexist Hawaii senator Mazie Hirono as “Crazy Mazie,” I’m going to be very disappointed in him. She is now my least favorite senator – and with soulless crone Dianne Feinstein, Spartacus and the dueling Dicks (Durbin and Blumenthal) crawling the earth, that is really saying something.
The nature of the sexism – and don’t tell me hating males is reverse sexism, because it’s just sexism – on display from the Democrat Senators was really stunning. Hirono literally said that it’s the men who cause these kinds of problems, and they all should just shut up. Gillebrand and others said that we should always and in all circumstances “believe the woman.”
What do you say to that?
Several things: 1. Try this out, “Always believe the man.” Or “Always believe the white person.” Or “Always believe the older person.” Or “Always believe the Lutheran.”
Sounds weird, doesn’t it? Almost as if it is nothing but creepy, simplistic, completely unjustified blanket discrimination against one group in favor of another? That’s because [cue Sam Kinison voice] IT IS! THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT IT IS! OH! OOOOHHHH!
2.I’D LIKE TO ASSIGN – oops. Sorry. [Discontinue Sam Kinison voice]
2.I’d like to assign some homework to the Democrat senators who have suggested that women must always be believed. First, read To Kill a Mockingbird. Then Google the following terms or people: Duke Lacrosse case, Juanita Broaddrick, Paula Jones, Kathleen Willey, Monica Lewinsky, Mattress Girl, Rolling Stone UVA fraternity rape hoax. Some of those are women who you did not believe, because you are hypocritical creeps. Others are women who turned out to be lying.
Because, you know, women are human, and humans sometimes lie.
3.I thought I’d never say this, but Lindsay “Graham-nesty” Graham is – at least for today — my hero. If you opened your windows and listened carefully during his righteous rant, you could hear the sounds of millions of frustrated, fair-minded Americans simultaneously cheering and sighing in relief.
The election of Trump has been attributed to many causes – not the least of which was because he was running against CAW CAW CAW – but one crucial factor was that he’s a fighter. He’s a flawed fighter, and a fighter who often lands punches on his own jaw and upside his allies’ heads, and a fighter who has way too much access to a Twitter account.
But he’s a fighter. And for a long time, conservatives have been frustrated by a series of basically good men — Bush, McCain, Romney, 75% of the Senate and House — who could not bring themselves to get down in the mud and counter-punch against leftists who have had no compunction about fighting below the belt. (That’s not necessarily a Bill Clinton joke.) (But on the other hand… sure.)
So when Trump came out swinging haymakers in all directions, we winced, but we also cheered.
And Thursday, when GOP Senators were tiptoeing around, trying not to offend the delicate sensibilities of female voters who might be offended if they asked Ford pointed questions – you know, as if she were a grown, responsible adult, rather than a fragile porcelain mouse — we were groaning. Mobs of protesting goons clogged the hallways and chanted idiotic slogans and chased GOP politicians out of restaurants, while we all stared at our big screens, screaming, “A taser, a taser! My kingdom for a taser!”
Or maybe that was just me.
But then, from over the horizon, comes a most unlikely champion. Gone was the milquetoast Lindsay who used to sit obediently at John McCain’s knee and look for common ground with the enemy troops besieging the city.
Mrs. Graham must have mixed in some HGH, testosterone and just a touch of meth with Lindsay’s Cheerios Thursday morning, because he came out swinging. And we all cheered!
4.Ford’s testimony was a mixed bag, at best. If I can put aside my pro-Kavanaugh and anti-leftist bias, she wasn’t obviously crazy, and she did seem distressed and sympathetic.
But the problems with her story are obvious, and clearly preclude taking any kind of quasi-prosecutorial action based on them.
A. Her hippocampus talk was ridiculous, in context. She used some scientific terms to give a gloss of empirical sophistication to parts of her testimony, explaining how the hippocampus encodes memory.
I’ll plead guilty to not being a brain expert. In fact, I thought that “hippocampus” was a nickname given to the physical environs of Wellesley college when Hillary Clinton was a student there. (Boom!)
But while I’m not a part of the hippocampus cognoscenti – best name for a prog rock band ever, by the way – it doesn’t pass the smell test to go on about how the strong emotional distress of the moment indelibly fixed a few details in her mind, while simultaneously not fixing virtually any others. She doesn’t remember the day or month or year, or the specific house, or how she got there or got home. But for the crucial minute or two, her 36-year-old memory is crystal clear?
B. Specifically, not knowing the date is really unusual. Most of us have had at least one or two traumatic or dramatically bad events – a miscarriage, being the victim of crime, the unexpected loss of a loved one, narrowly escaping death or serious injury — happen to us in our lives. I think in most cases, it would be vanishingly rare for someone to not know at least the YEAR that happened, and most people would know the date.
Most cancer survivors can tell you the day they got their diagnosis, and virtually all of them can tell you the month and year. Most Holocaust survivors can give you the date when the Gestapo showed up for them or their parents. Juanita Broaddrick can tell you the exact day when Bill Clinton raped her, along with the time of day, the name of the hotel she was in, and which friend helped her put ice on her injured mouth afterwards.
And I know I’m not a woman, and I can’t fully understand what it’s like to be sexually attacked. But my dad got his final cancer diagnosis in June of 2014, and I flew my old Cessna up to TN for his surgery in the first week of July. (It was sunny in the morning, but pretty cloudy by the time I landed in mid-afternoon.) And my wife and I found out that our daughter had a life-threatening condition and needed an emergency colostomy on October 18th, 1997. And I was having breakfast in the tv room of our old house when my mother-in-law called to tell me that someone had flown planes into the buildings on 9/11.
Also, it was January 23rd of 2013 when I was traumatized by hearing, “At this point, CAW, CAW, what difference does it make?” (I still shudder at the memory.)
And it was a rainy Saturday in October of 2012, when I was hiking along the northern end of the Appalachian Trail, only to be ambushed by a small band of terrifying Indians. They all had warpaint on, but their leader stood out because she was extremely pale, with a sour expression and granny glasses. I fled onto a nearby footbridge and pulled a pistol, threatened them that I would shoot. Their leader, speaking in an obnoxious and somehow entitled New England accent, shook her withered fist at me and spat, “You didn’t build that bridge! You can’t make me stop persisting!”
As she ran back into the woods, I heard one of the braves whispering to another, “You know she’s not one of us, right?”
True story. And #wemustneverrstopmockingher
One other point re: Ford’s credibility that the MSM has somehow not discussed (Surprise, surprise.) was her claim (or her lawyers’ claim on her behalf) that because of the terrible trauma she suffered, she cannot fly. That was given as a reason to delay her testimony from Monday to Thursday – she would have to drive cross-country.
Then it turns out that she flies all the time, for work and for pleasure. She apparently flew cross-country in the last month or two to take a polygraph. In fact, she flew to DC to give her testimony.
Gee. It’s almost like she lied just to delay the proceedings. I mean, if women ever lied. Which according to some leftist senators, they do not.
As I write this, Jeff Flake has apparently succeeded in postponing a final vote for yet another week, during which more incredible tales will undoubtedly come out of the woodwork to prolong the Kavanaugh family’s agony.
But no matter what happens, we have to learn from this. Before any other Supreme Court vacancies, we have to establish a few common sense rules:
1.Anybody who has any allegations to make about any scandalous behavior that the nominee supposedly engaged in MUST report it to whomever the Senate designates for this purpose, as soon as a nominee is named. (Preferably before, if that person is discussed as being on a short list.) If an accuser waits until after regular Senate hearings start, he or she will be given the choice of being tarred and feather and ridden out of town on a rail, or being put in public stocks and having rotten vegetables thrown at him or her. But last-minute accusations will NOT delay votes.
2.Any accusers have to know going in that they are going to face the same kind of scrutiny as any adult making a charge that could potentially destroy someone’s life. They are going to submit to questioning following a regular, consistent process that does not allow them to dictate the conditions under which they testify. They will be expected to produce any corroborating evidence possible – including documents, witnesses, etc. – ASAP. And as has been the case in Western legal procedure since the Magna Carta, the burden of proof will be on the accuser, not the accused.
I also have Plan B suggestion. The constitution says nothing about the advise and consent process requiring live interviewing, and it sure doesn’t need to be televised, so that a bunch of preening jackasses can grandstand and ask inflammatory questions. If the Senate proves itself unable to conduct dignified televised hearings – and, Exhibit A: Bork; Exhibit B: Thomas; Exhibit C: Kavanaugh – we might consider going back to earlier practice, and having nominees submit written answers to the Senators’ questions, and then discussing and voting on those with no tv cameras present.
Now I am going to turn to college and pro football, to forget the leftist creeps who are trying to ruin my country.
Martin Simpson 