Thursday, September 20, 2018

How to "Fix" the Problem

There are periods in history that are so abysmally small-minded, it's embarrassing to witness them. We are in one of those now, and I wish I were deaf, dumb and blind, at least until it's over. While the loudest voices claim it's the fault of the Republicans, it's actually the Democrats who are dragging humanity through the mud, and it's a pitiful sight.

The trigger of this very low point is the accusation by one of America's 323.13 million never-before-heard-from citizens that Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh "groped her" at a party 36 years ago when they were both minors. (If she had reported it at the time and he was found guilty, it would have been tossed out when he turned 18 and the record would have been expunged.) Well, all I can say to her is "Boo-fucking-hoo," and "Get over it."

And she has. She managed to "survive" that alleged horror, go to college and earn herself multiple degrees, then find a teaching position at a reputable college and a husband, somehow. Now, suddenly, she wants to "save the public" from the horrible fate of -- what? Does she fear Kavanaugh will paw at the robes of Lady Justice? Will he jump the bones of Justices Kagan, Ginsberg or Sotomayor in chambers? That's highly doubtful since none of them are what we would call "babes." 

So what is it then? Exactly what is the fear behind this outing of a man who has led an exemplary life since his boyhood days when, according to her hazy memory -- she can't recall where or when it happened -- he got drunk at a party and tried to score with a chick, like millions of teenage boys have done before him and will continue to do forever, unless or until Congress is overrun by women who pass a law that all male babies have their testicles cut off at birth, like we do with male dogs? (BTW, it would solve the abortion problem too.)


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