Pigs at a Luau
Generally, when you think of a luau, you picture roast pig being served; you don’t envision the swine doing the roasting. But that’s what we all got to see with our own eyes when the likes of Senate Democrats Feinstein, Blumenthal, Harris, Hirono, Durbin and Harris had Brett Kavanaugh on the spit.
Generally, when you think of a luau, you picture roast pig being served; you don’t envision the swine doing the roasting. But that’s what we all got to see with our own eyes when the likes of Senate Democrats Feinstein, Blumenthal, Harris, Hirono, Durbin and Harris had Brett Kavanaugh on the spit.
I have never liked any of these people, but I have never held them in such utter contempt as I do now. The fact that they thought nothing of destroying Kavanaugh and his family is bad enough, but they didn’t even display the least bit of remorse that they have done the same to Prof. Ford and her family.
The ends, as is always the case with those on the Left, always justifies the means. In this case, it meant that it didn’t matter how many people were hurt so long as Kavanaugh was prevented from being confirmed. As their kind is so fond of saying, you can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. If those eggs turn out to be actual human beings, it doesn’t matter. This, after all, is their rationale for defending abortions on demand.
The reason that the Democrats are pulling out all the stops is because the future of the Supreme Court is in the balance; if Kavanaugh is confirmed, it means that for the first time in decades, there will be a majority of constitutionalists on the Supreme Court. The Left could no longer count on activist justices to make the laws that Congress refuses to pass. It was the Court, after all, that somehow decided that the right to “privacy” is in the Constitution — although it is as elusive to most people as the section about there being “a separation of church and state” — which allowed the justices to declare that abortions and same-sex marriages are a civil right.
The Democrats kept declaring that the hearing was a job interview, not a trial, which led me to question why, then, was the accuser, Christine Ford, surrounded by lawyers. What was she so worried about?
Finally, Prof. Ford has admitted that she wasn’t raped and didn’t even have her clothes removed by Mr. X, so what exactly happened to her that hasn’t happened to just about every teenage girl in the front seat of her boyfriend’s car for the past century? But we’re asked to believe that she was so badly traumatized that she hasn’t even been able to board an airplane in 36 years, except we now know that she has spent more time in space than Buzz Aldrin, having flown to more cities and countries than Henry Kissinger and Hillary Clinton put together.
The fact is, when I heard that the hearing was being postponed from Monday to Thursday, I was naïve enough to think maybe she was driving from California to Washington, D.C. Silly me. She flew. For all I know, she piloted the plane.
Frankly, since we know that Judge Kavanaugh was on President Trump’s original list of 25 potential Supreme Court nominees for nearly two years, I found myself wondering if Prof. Ford had sent a letter similar to the one that was sent to Sen. Feinstein to 24 other Senate Democrats in case one of the other judicial candidates got the nod.
I have always thought that one of the sorriest spectacles of my lifetime was seeing Ted Kennedy on the dais sitting in judgment of Clarence Thomas while his Senate colleagues labeled Thomas a sexual harasser. It was nearly as bad seeing Sen. Richard Blumenthal — who had lied about serving in Vietnam when, in fact, his six-year tour of duty with the Marine Reserves was served entirely in Connecticut and Washington, D.C. — defaming Brett Kavanaugh’s character.
Of all the various attacks on Judge Kavanaugh, the oddest was the one provided by Julie Swetnick. She’s the ditz dug up by notorious porn lawyer Michael Avenatti who claimed that Kavanaugh had been the leader of a group of gang-rapers who terrorized all of Chevy Chase, Maryland, years ago. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she claimed that she herself had attended 10 parties at which these multiple rapes took place. Maybe it’s just me, but one would think that after the first five or six, she might have opted to go bowling.
And let us not overlook Cory “Spartacus” Booker, 49 and never married, who, I’m guessing, was the likeliest source of the rumor that he had groped a female student in high school.
Hypocrisy isn’t limited to members of Congress. Take Linda Sarsour, an American Muslim, who is a big wheel in the #MeToo movement. For months, she has been going around announcing that when a woman levels a charge of sexual misconduct against a man, she has to be believed. It’s up to the man to prove his innocence. And, yet, as a proponent of Sharia law, she must realize that a female Muslim must have four male witnesses to prove a rape charge.
Moreover, as Dan Parker points out, if she is raped but lacks those four male witnesses, and, as a result, is impregnated, Sharia law requires that she be stoned for adultery and fornication. Clearly, it’s proof that she had consensual sex outside of marriage.
Ms. Sarsour can at least blame her religion for her lack of critical judgment, but none of the Democrats on the Senate Judiciary Committee happens to be a Muslim.
It’s hard to believe that when Samuel Adams declared over 200 years ago: “If ever the time should come when vain and aspiring men shall possess the highest seats in government, our country will stand in need of its experienced patriots to prevent its ruin” that he didn’t have the likes of Blumenthal, Durbin and Booker, in mind.
However you may feel about lawyers in general, I think the American Bar Association should sue politicians, most of whom have law degrees, for making the profession as a whole look so shady, snarky, and stupid.
Over the past month, as promised, I have been sending out birthday greetings to my subscribers. One lady let me know that she appreciated the thought, “even if it also reminds me that I’m a year older.”
Because I think a lot of people share that attitude, I hastened to remind her, as well as the rest of you, that she was only a day older than she was the day before.
Please don’t let a date on the calendar traumatize you, unless, of course, it’s April 15th.
I’ve only had a couple of submissions to my request for tosspots (words that connect a verb to an object, such as “clutchfist” to describe a miser.
Ed Rolanty of Toronto sent along “dipstick,” which he felt applied to every politician, American or Canadian.
Howard Last of Cheyenne submitted Bloomingidiot as applied to 2020 presidential hopeful Michael Bloomberg.
I don’t think either is an authentic tosspot, but since I agreed with both Rolanty and Last, I figured I’d share them.
Penny Alfonso sent me a cartoon that I believe unfortunately sums up much of the #MeToo movement, as it shows a pregnant woman telling a nurse who’s on the verge of conducting an ultra sound exam: “I’m here to find out if I’m having a male predator or a female victim.”
It occurs to me that the Democrats would have been only too happy to bring back the ancient tests to establish guilt or innocence by submerging Judge Kavanaugh in a body of water. If he drowned, it would prove he was innocent; if he floated, it would prove his guilt and he would then be hanged or burned at the stake. It’s the classic lose-lose scenario, for which Cotton Mather and Senate Democrats are so famous.
For the townspeople of Salem — at least those not related to the defendants — it made for a nice break from the usual mundane events of their daily lives.
But nobody enjoyed the watery trials more than the local reporters, who found it a great deal more exciting than writing about the weather and the pumpkin crop.
Come to think of it, that’s probably where we got the term “mainstream media.”
