Amy Goodman reports today on Democracy Now!
All Christine Blasey Ford really claimed at the hearing was this old news, that, according to Republicans, Kavanaugh completely demolished with his forceful denials:
“Brett groped me and tried to take off my clothes. He had a hard time because he was very inebriated and because I was wearing a one-piece bathing suit underneath my clothing. I believed he was going to rape me. I tried to yell for help. When I did, Brett put his hand over my mouth to stop me from yelling. This was what terrified me the most and has had the most lasting impact on my life. It was hard for me to breathe, and I thought that Brett was accidentally going to kill me.”
Now, we honestly don’t know what Jesus Christ would say about this, but we know what the Jesuits of the United States say, and the ABA. Today America, as embodied in its ruling elites, wears the tiniest fig leaf of decency. Actually, no fig leaf– it’s just naked aggression against the vicious, coordinated, well-funded Left Wing Conspiracy that demands a credible investigation into charges of attempted rape. You’d expect Kavanaugh to angrily demand exactly that if his daughter was the victim of a sexual assault like the one Christine Blasey Ford describes. Hence, the insane rush to get this man confirmed for his place on the Supreme court.
The vote today went, as expected, 11-10 in the Judiciary Committee. Jeff Flake proposed a mealy mouthed, completely non-binding call for short vote delay and a quick FBI investigation, before voting with the other ten Republicans to send the nominee out for a 51-49 vote of the full Senate (with pallid homophobe Mike Pence as the tie-breaker). Trump celebrated by tweeting his call for an immediate up and down vote in the Senate on this historically well-qualified, truthful man of the highest principles, and sterling character and breeding.
Straight party line vote, same as any lynch mob, the guys with the rope and the guns having the final say. You can also think of the 11 Republicans as guys waiting (younger versions of themselves, to be sure) their turn in a “train”, outside the room where a future partisan colleague is having his way with a drugged high school girl. Same high moral principles, half the calories!