WASHINGTON. Dr. Christine Blasey Ford claims that Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh attempted to rape her at a party while in high school. But that accusation has far too many holes to stand up under questioning. The very people she claims were witnesses to the event have all written, through their attorneys, letters to the Senate Judiciary Committee disavowing any knowledge of the alleged assault. It’s time for Senate Republicans to take control and vote to appoint Judge Kavanaugh to the US Supreme Court before its fall term begins.
Another delaying tactic in the face of GOP gutlessness
Even as this smarmy chapter plays out, unscrupulous Democrats claim to have found yet another woman willing to smear Judge Kavanaugh’s reputation. Yet even the left-wing propagandists at the New York Times think this latest accusation is a bridge too far, according to a report in The Daily Caller.
“The New York Times reported on Sunday that it was unable to corroborate the claims of a second accuser who says Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh exposed himself to her in college.”
That begs the question: when will Senate Republicans grow a collective pair, push through the apparently rock-solid opposition of their Senate Democratic colleagues and confirm Kavanaugh to sit on the US Supreme Court?
Exasperated conservative columnist and author, Ann Coulter, said it best in a tweet:
“Hey, Mitch McConnell! Here’s OUR deadline: Confirm this fine judge by sundown Monday or we’re not voting Republican this fall. #WhatsThePoint, #MinorityLeaderMcConnell.”
Coulter has a great point. Republicans have, as old Rough Rider TR might have said, devolved into milksops. They have become effeminate, girlish men afraid of their own shadows. The Democrats have, for decades, made them gun-shy. That’s particularly true when it comes to biased news reports and “optics.” That makes them cowards in the face of today’s flaccid, pearl-clutching, fainting-spell feminism. This does not impress the voters who elected Donald Trump president.
The Kavanaugh hearings have become a teachable moment for modern American males of the Caucasian persuasion. Especially GOP lawmakers in Washington. Those timid souls drained of all testosterone. Those who cower at the charge they are waging a “war on women.”
Senate Republicans: Time to declare war on fainting-spell feminism
But it might just be time for red-blooded American males to declare open warfare on fainting-spell feminism. After all, how can Version 3.0 feminists logically have things both ways? How can they take over all the top US major corporate CEO positions they covet, kick tail, conquer the world and make one of their own America’s president? And yet at the same time, get treated with kid gloves like the timid, fragile, helpless and hapless fainting-couch wives and maidens that populate 18th and 19th century English novels. Which one is it?
Senate Republicans have allowed Democrats and their crackpot Kavanaugh accusers to reduce the judge’s confirmation hearings to low comedy. Keeping that in mind, here’s a comedic analogy.
Push the damn button
In the 1965 comedy “How to Murder Your Wife,” Jack Lemmon plays a successful cartoonist wrongfully accused of dispatching his spouse. She has simply left him.
Lemmon’s attorney tells him he doesn’t stand a chance of winning his case, but insists that outcome has personal benefits.
“Looking at it from my point of view, well, if I had gotten you off, Edna [his wife] would have been just furious. I mean, she wouldn’t have spoken to me for a couple of months. You know how she is when she gets into one of those things. She makes my life a living hell. No kidding, Stan, losing this case tomorrow may be a little tough on you, but its one of the best things that’s happened in my life in years.”
Believing he is destined for the electric chair, Lemmon contrives a novel defense. He admits guilt and turns his murder trial into a referendum on marriage, putting his henpecked lawyer on the witness stand.
“Harold, I think you’ve been brainwashed. You’re missing a very important point. Marriage is not a basic fact of nature. It’s an invention. It’s like the infield fly rule. It exists only because the women say so, and like idiots we just go following right along.”
In which we conclude a moral tale
Lemmon’s character takes a piece of chalk and draws a white dot on the jury box.
“Let’s assume, for the moment, that this dot I have just drawn is a button… Let’s further assume that if you were to push that button your wife Edna, to whom you’ve been married for eleven wonderful and glorious years, would suddenly and magically disappear… vanish… not be here… no longer exist.”
With a little more nudging and cajoling, Lemmon convinces his lawyer to poise his finger over the figurative button. He does so over the angry protestations of wife Edna.
“Shut up, you old bat. Besides, you won’t feel a thing.”
He presses the button.
Senate Republicans need to show leadership. And guts.
With that in mind, suppose Senate Republicans were to see Kavanaugh’s nomination for what it is: a referendum on pearl-clutching, fainting-spell feminism; an invention like the infield fly rule that exists only because certain women say so. And like idiots, Republicans just go following merrily along.
Then suppose, for once, a different scenario. One where Republicans man up and push the damn button for Judge Brett Kavanaugh. Besides, feminists won’t feel a thing.
Top Image: Brett Kavanaugh. CBS News screen capture.