Over something that supposedly happened at Yale. Several decades ago. May or may not have happened at all, may or may not have been Kavanaugh, certainly not something that could ever possibly make it to a criminal or even civil court, but hey! If the accusation is “credible,” clearly we should send in the FBfrickin’I.
Deborah Ramirez, who studied sociology and psychology at Yale with Kavanaugh, outlined her accusations to The New Yorker after the left-wing publication contacted her, acting on a tip about a possible incident.
Ramirez said that she was not politically motivated to come forward but that she “works toward human rights, social justice, and social change.”
“In her initial conversations with The New Yorker, she was reluctant to characterize Kavanaugh’s role in the alleged incident with certainty,” The New Yorker reports. “After six days of carefully assessing her memories and consulting with her attorney, Ramirez said that she felt confident enough of her recollections to say that she remembers Kavanaugh had exposed himself at a drunken dormitory party, thrust his penis in her face, and caused her to touch it without her consent as she pushed him away.”
The New Yorker notes that Ramirez’s lawyer, Stanley Garnett, is “a former Democratic district attorney in Boulder.”
And I’m sure we’ll learn that she’s been terribly traumatized by it for all these many horrid years. Oh, the flashbacks! Pay, Kavanaugh! Pay with your very life!
Remember the “false memories” of satanically abused day care kids back in the eighties? People were arrested and dragged through courts for years over that hysteria, as I recall. One guy spent years in jail. Sensible people stopped wanting to work in day care centers. All started by one mentally ill woman who died of alcoholism before the trials ever started.
Bend over, here it comes again. Now it’s going to be impossible for a man of the momentarily-wrong party to work in public life. Or maybe it’ll be impossible to be a man at all for a while, I guess we’ll see.
This sort of senatorial circus was inevitable, of course, the moment the Supreme Court became all about counting chairs – which for all I know may have come before Marbury v. Madison. After the Bork circus – the outcome of which I wasn’t that unhappy about at the time, I’m still not a Bork fan – and then of course the Clarence Thomas debacle, a ritual witch hunt was an inevitable waypoint in the downward trajectory of political appointments. Like when the spoils system got out of hand near the turn of the 20th century, it’ll be come up with something entirely different or despair of ever getting anything done in the capital ever again.
Here’s hoping it takes them a good long while. As long as I can choke down my gag reflex and view this horror show as free entertainment. It’s hard, though. The Supreme Court is far too powerful, and the days when every goofy “progressive” notion that could be shoved through it would be shoved through it were not good days. Gridlock is good.
Hardly a day goes by I don’t thank the theoretical god or gods that I’m a hermit. Good luck out there.