Many of us, living in these highly polarized, partisan times, have taken to calling everything partisan lately.  We are increasingly told that our perceptions of reality itself are entirely dependent on which tribe we belong to, this is the new mantra which equates truth with partisanship.  There are partisans, zealots and the rest of us, ordinary citizens, living our ordinary lives, hoping for the best.

What is a partisan?  [1]   Republicans marching in lock step to support a nominee for the Supreme Court even if an artificially rushed, heavily redacted sham hearing and reluctant, extremely limited last minute FBI probe (the report of which is being provided to Senate Judiciary Committee members on a top secret basis) are required to cover up the many unseemly things about the nominee, many things that many Republicans no doubt, on a personal level, find as repugnant as the majority of regular American citizens do.   Partisans are loyal, and when they vote, they vote in a block.

Republican partisans march in pretty strict lockstep, taking orders and talking points from leaders, talking points they will not deviate from.   Democrats unify to oppose the Republican march, although rarely with the same unanimity of voice that characterizes the highly disciplined Republicans.   When Republicans are in power nowadays they revile the out-voted Democrats as ‘obstructionist’ losers.    

Of course, it is the other way around when the Democratic party is in power, when Republicans shut down the government (extremist Newt Gingrich was the first to do this, to try to hamstring Clinton, more recently it was the Tea Party fighting Obama) and vow to defeat every idea of the sitting, illegitimate Democratic president.   When Democrats proposed policy, like a conservative health care plan, Republicans united in opposition at every step,  trying to repeal it dozens of times once it was law.  There is no question of the two parties working together to fix the many things in Obamacare that need to be fixed.   There is little question of all (or even any of) six female Republican senators voting against Kavanaugh after the credible testimony that he attempted rape back in high school while stumbling drunk.  They will quickly lose their jobs if they vote against their party’s pick, at least the four who represent states of solidly Republican old Dixie.

Partisans are closed minded, see only  black or white, two sides, right or wrong, good or bad, fair or unfair, just or unjust.  Partisans don’t see nuance, can’t hear arguments that are inconvenient, can’t smell the mess they make.  Partisans will not discuss the many things that need to be fixed, they won’t compromise to address even the most pressing problems, they stick to their guns, their talking points, no matter what.   As long as they win, they’re good.  Winning/not losing is the only thing that drives a partisan.  Discussing an issue based on facts, and policies or candidates based on the actual merits?  So twentieth century, man!

A partisan is a fighter willing to go to extremes to advance his zero sum cause.   In the current American government, many partisans also fight to keep from being killed by their own more powerful partisans for the crime of insufficient partisanship.   Partisans are often willing to do things that violate norms, rules, laws, as long as their risk advances their cause.   A true partisan will never compromise.   We have many of these motherfuckers in government today, most of them on the right, sad to say.   They have been training them for decades, with glittering rewards for loyalty.   A supremely loyal partisan is poised to be confirmed for a seat on the Supreme Court by other partisans, on a straight 51-49 vote.

Zealots [2] are uber-partisans willing to die (at least metaphorically)  before they will surrender.  They will do whatever it takes, no matter the cost.  They will strive to win no matter how undignified, how ugly the battle might make them look.   “Extremism in the defense of freedom is no vice” is an expression of zealotry that cost Barry Goldwater a lot of votes in 1964.  It made him sound like an extremist.  The trick for zealots is, no matter how extreme your beliefs might be, to never, ever appear extreme.  The Kochtopus has learned this over the years, present your ideas in an attractive way, even if it means lying about your actual ideas.   Always appear reasonable and do not publicly reveal details of your plans that will make people angry.   Call your favorite far-right think thanks things like “The Institute for Humane Studies” (Charles Koch reportedly loved this particular institute).  Couch everything in terms of unrestricted liberty, even, and especially, when proposing a form of serfdom for 90% of citizens.

Everybody else in a nation where partisans fight for control of the government is a citizen, or an immigrant.    Citizens are concerned with their neighborhood, with public services, with the habitability of the world around them.   As a general rule, citizens want fairness and decent treatment.   You would think senators and representatives, the president, the Cabinet, the justices of the Supreme Court, are also citizens, they must be, under the law.  In a narrow sense they are citizens.   In a larger sense, they are an elite that is not accountable to the needs and desires of the less powerful citizens.    

Democracy, which is supposed to be an expression of the will of its citizens, majority rule that respects and protects minority views, becomes a casualty of unprincipled partisanship.   Particularly when unlimited money to support extreme partisan politicians is thrown on to one side of the scale to decide elections, manipulate citizens.   For the first time in American history, we see beautifully produced ads extolling a Supreme Court nominee, to counter the stink of his sworn testimony, the credible charges against him.  

Of course, limiting the numbers of citizens opposed to your party who can vote is also very important — disenfranchisement of the poor has been on the upswing in recent elections.  Voter suppression has been an important goal of the Kochtopus.  A small turn out favors the right wing status quo.  Any kind of change takes millions and millions of votes to initiate.

Brett Kavanaugh is a partisan, even a zealot, who will do whatever is necessary, including appearing to be a smug, entitled jerk and publicly crying in frustration, to advance his party’s beliefs.   He started his political life, after being a law school (and lifetime) member of the ultra-conservative Federalist Society, as a Republican operative, pressing for an aggressive investigation of Bill Clinton’s sex life to find grounds to impeach him, rushing with other young Republican lawyers to stop the recount in Florida, providing legal advice on judicial appointments, torture and other classified matters to Bush and Cheney.  

He railed, immediately after he was nominated for the top court,  against a left wing claim that Bush staffed his White House with former Kenneth Starr assistants, noting that he was the only one.  Let’s take him at his word.   For our present purposes we need only look at him and the current FBI director, Christopher Wray, a partisan presidential loyalist who was also an assistant of Kenneth Starr during the long, ranging investigation of Bill Clinton that led to his impeachment for perjury about oral sex.   The FBI director had the last word, along with his boss, the president who appointed him, on the scope of the belated, rushed probe into fellow partisan Kavanaugh.   Therefore neither Kavanaugh nor his accuser Blasey Ford were contacted for follow up interviews.  Fair is fair.

Those who had any doubt that Kavanaugh is a partisan, should no longer have any after the speech he gave defending his ruined good name.  In that speech, which he pointed out he wrote himself, he ranted intemperately about a vast Left Wing Conspiracy, motivated in part by revenge for Hillary Clinton’s loss, that had spent untold millions to produce fake charges against him, at the eleventh hour of an urgently rushed confirmation process, for purely political reasons.  

Nobody who is not a partisan would have made that speech, those over the top assertions of persecution by political enemies.   It would never have occurred to most nominees to claim that the person complaining credibly against him was strictly a political plant, part of a “calculated political hit”.  He called desperate Democratic opposition to his immediate confirmation a “circus” and a “disgrace”.  Clarence Thomas used identical words as support for him plummeted from 90 votes to 52 in the days after Anita Hill’s handlers orchestrated his ‘high tech lynching for an uppity black’.    Sadly for Kavanaugh, he couldn’t use that last bit of wonderfully moving innocent victim rhetoric.

Confronted with Blasey Ford’s strong testimony, another nominee might have withdrawn their name, as Reagan-appointee Douglas Ginsberg did when confronted with proof that he smoked marijuana on occasion.  He might have tried to address the woman’s credible allegations against him, though that would have been fairly hard to do, given the apparent sincerity of the witness and her damningly credible allegations.   He might have called for a full FBI investigation, having nothing whatsoever to hide, to clear his good name.  Seems the best move for an innocent man, let them interview everyone who was supposedly there, including himself and his accuser, confirm his innocence once and for all time.  Instead he screeched like a wounded animal about a despicable partisan lynch mob coming to get him for no reason except ugly political calculation and he fought, smug-faced, against any additional delay for an investigation of any of the new charges against him.   It pleases and energizes Trump’s base to hear someone screaming indignantly, angrily blaming and vilifying others, as long as he’s a powerful white man from their tribe.

Republicans were soiling themselves over Kavanaugh’s chances for confirmation when they saw how compelling Christine Blasey Ford’s testimony was.   Unlike most liars, she did not claim to know anything she didn’t remember clearly.   She was meek, and clearly frightened of the spotlight.  Her account was credible, quite specific in what she was able to recall.  She was believable and made a very sympathetic witness.   Importantly, she had nothing to gain by subjecting herself and her family to the angry reaction they faced, except that it was important to bring these ugly facts to light, for everyone’s sake.  Even the Fox news partisans were saying as much by the time she was finished testifying.   The president reportedly complained that nobody had warned him what a good witness she was.

Kavanaugh’s nomination— and this is a judge who has written that he doesn’t like the Special Counsel Statute (the one that authorizes the Mueller probe), that a president, on his own, should be able to declare laws unconstitutional, and that a sitting president should not be the subject of a criminal or civil  investigation– was in real trouble when Blasey Ford was done testifying.   She may not have given enough concrete detail to support a criminal indictment of Kavanaugh, as Rachel Mitchell concluded in her report to the Judiciary Committee Republicans she acted as mouthpiece for,  but Christine Blasey Ford gave more than enough specific detail, under oath,  to trigger a full FBI investigation.

After a long lunch break, (Grassley had called for a half hour break, which I thought at the time niggardly, they were out three times as long) Kavanaugh would have his turn to tell the truth.   Kavanaugh apparently spent the break steeling himself, and putting the finishing flourishes on the passionate, angry opening statement he wrote himself, as he stated.   At one point during the hearing, Rachel Mitchell, the female prosecutor brought on by the 11 man Republican majority on the Judiciary Committee to avoid the optics of the Anita Hill hearing, closed in on a date on Kavanaugh’s calendar, July 1, 1982, an entry with the names of others Blasey Ford had named as being present in the house, and began asking about it.   Kavanaugh seemed to begin coming unhinged as he carefully answered questions about his former drinking buddies, named in the box for that day.   When Senator Amy Klobuchar next asked him about his drinking, he became testy, surly, and finally outright rude.  He lost control of himself when he defiantly asked her if she was a black out drunk.  He then called for, and was given, a five minute break, to compose himself.

After crying it out and pulling himself together, Kavanaugh apologized to Ms. Klobuchar for his outburst and the hearing proceeded.  The outraged men of the Judiciary Committee left their mouthpiece,  Rachel Mitchell, sitting silently at her tiny desk as they hurled invective at the unprincipled partisans on the Democratic side, the ones who were making the hearings into a circus, a forum for disgraceful political grandstanding, seizing a chance to crucify a good, super-qualified, impartial judicial nominee.  The Jesuits and the nonpartisan American Bar Association would soon weigh in on the side of not confirming Kavanaugh, but that’s neither here nor there.  They have no power to do anything, so who cares?

That five minute break, and a quick on-the-fly change in Republican tactics, saved that unethical partisan motherfucker’s lifetime dream from going down in flames. His nomination, burnt toast as he called for the time out, was golden again once he came back and the other partisan bullies stuck up for him, privileged white men angrily, indignantly attacking, like the partisan hacks they are.   There is only one thing for partisans, winning.

Which is why, when he was a young, extremely conservative political operative, working for Independent Counsel Kenneth Starr, Kavanaugh strongly advised that under no circumstances should President Bill Clinton be permitted to take a break when they were grilling him under oath.   He knew that a guilty man will crack, no matter how smart a lawyer he is, if the pressure is not relieved.  Smart guy, Brett Kavanaugh, even if hypocritical, unethical, and fit only for partisan purposes.

David Brooks, moderate Republican smart guy, cannot admit that Kavanaugh behaved atrociously at the hearing because… partisans don’t admit shit.  It all depends, you dig, on what tribe you’re in.  Truth is tribal now.  My tribe is winning, suck it.

And God bless these United Shayyyssssh.

[1]   par·ti·san (n):  1.  a strong supporter of a party, cause, or person.                      synonyms:  supporter, follower, adherent, devotee, champion                                        2.   a member of an armed group formed to fight secretly against an occupying force, in particular one operating in enemy-occupied Yugoslavia, Italy, and parts of eastern Europe in World War II.         synonyms: guerrilla, freedom fighter” underground fighter, irregular (soldier)

partisan (adj):  prejudiced in favor of a particular cause
synonyms;  biased, prejudiced, one-sided, discriminatory, colored. partial, interested, sectarian, factional

[2]    zealot (n):  a person who is fanatical and uncompromising in pursuit of their religious, political, or other ideals.     synonyms: fanatic, enthusiast, extremist, radical, young Turk, diehard, true believer, activist, militant.

Men who are violent toward women, even those who simply hold them down while trying to have a few sexual thrills, even if they indignantly claim to be feminists while defending themselves against actual women with credible complaints against them, behave this way for a reason.   They felt traumatized, or abandoned, at some point in their early lives, by a woman who had power over them.  I would think that in most cases this woman was the boy’s mother.  This is not to blame the mother for raising a misogynist.   Sometimes the most harmful things a mother did were also very subtle, even done with love. Sometimes nothing the mother did or failed to do could have changed the outcome for the angry son.

My father’s mother, for example, whipped him in the face from the time he could stand.   This had an effect on my father’s personality — he tended to be dismissive of women most of the time.  He married a woman who pretty much worshipped him, his great intellect, his moral stance, his unshakably secure ego.   That last bit struck my sister and me as particularly hilarious, nobody was more shaken by a particular kind of challenge than our father.   Anyway, a guy who’d been whipped in the face by mom grew up to marry a very bright woman who believed the sun shone out of his ass.

Brett Kavanaugh, only child, often claims that his mother was his inspiration.  I believe him.  She was an ambitious woman who went to law school as the mother of a ten year-old, became a lawyer, a prosecutor, a judge.  Before that she taught in predominantly black public high schools and taught her son that racism was bad.   Pretty impressive.   All she expected from Brett (or perhaps only he expected it from himself) was the same kind of diligence and ambition, all the way to the Supreme Court.   

Kavanaugh claims to have been number one in his class at elite Georgetown Prep (number one?  smells more like number two to me…).    This claim is possible, I suppose, at least as plausible as his claim that he got so shit-faced he didn’t know what teams were playing at games he was at, so drunk he didn’t black out, just fell asleep, by drinking good old American beer. 

In senior year, he points out, when he was eighteen, it was legal in his state to drink beer.   He did it legally, after a few years of doing it illegally.  Beer.   He stated many times that he drinks beer, only beer.  Beer.  Who hasn’t been so drunk on beer they fell into a deep sleep after raving drunkenly, with no memory of any of it afterwards?  Beer is really pretty harmless, as everyone who has ever drank a couple of six-packs on a hot summer day knows, worst that will happen— you fall asleep.  That’s the only reason they don’t sell beer in stadiums after the fifth inning, they don’t want the fans falling asleep.  Now turn your head and let me piss in your other ear.

It is clear that Kavanaugh has a lot to hide.  He is hiding his extreme right wing views, his long pedigree as a strict partisan, hiding his right wing zealot resume, the thousands of questionable memos he wrote for Bush and Cheney before they rewarded him with a lifetime federal judgeship. 

It could not be more clear how much he has to hide after his defensive, tearful temper tantrum the other day during which he whined that he had to wait weeks, WEEKS, to find out if— yo, I have to quote this amazing talking turd in his own words, they are curiously vulnerable, childish words:

“When I at least did OK enough at the hearings that it looked like I might actually get confirmed, a new tactic was needed.”   (and the passive voice used)

What a fucking worm, what a victim.   Yes, at least OK enough that you deserve your lifetime appointment, no questions asked, no witnesses called.   The woman who remembers clearly that it was you testified credibly and convincingly.   It was clearly wrenchingly difficult for her to step forward.  You did nothing but double down on your denial, ratchet it up to 100% to match her 100% certainty that it was you.  Then, like the simple-minded partisan hack you are, you stood to deliver your indignant defense about the Clintons having it in for you.

The Supreme Court was my mommy’s one and only dream for her number one son!   How dare they?!!   

Indeed.

How dare this woman, Christine Blasey Ford step forward to accuse somebody of your sterling reputation, your impeccable credentials?  She may have had hard years learning to deal with the traumatic memory of the mocking laughter of you and your asshole friend Mark Judge after the two of you, allegedly, allegedly,  locked her in a room, turned up the music and had some fun she wasn’t on board with, but does that give her the right to step forward at the eleventh hour?   This seemed to be his point, that there was barely time to get fucking Mark Judge into hiding.  The fucking Clintons, the ruthless Democrats who call ME evil!!!  They did the same thing with Anita Hill, boom, sneak attack two days before the vote to confirm Clarence Thomas. 

They always do this shit, it’s what they do, keep in mind all the people the Clintons  murdered, starting with Vince Foster, and GOT AWAY WITH – THEY GOT AWAY WITH MURDER!    It’s why they must be permanently crushed, no matter what ethical shortcuts must be taken (and the passive voice used, to avoid, you dig, saying out loud that we are the ones taking ethical shortcuts).   This hearing has nothing to do with what I did or did not do one early evening when I was stinking drunk on beer, only beer, America’s favorite beverage.  This is about anger at our wonderful president and revenge by losers, fucking vicious losers.

I have to think the reason Kavanaugh was a black out drunk in high school, and a mean and aggressive one (the tendency shown even while sober, angrily defending his ruined ‘good name’ and raging against the machinations of his enemies, a cabal of well-funded, unprincipled weasels conspiring against his good name, ruining his life, traumatizing his family), while studying hard to be the number one student at Georgetown Prep, and going to church, and being of service to everyone, and having many close female friends, just friends he had beers with, and following in the good Christian footsteps of Ignatius of Loyola  (the Jesuits have since abandoned him, up there on his cross)– well, I have to think that Brett’s mom had something to do with it.  Quite possibly through no fault of her own, sometimes kids are just irrationally needy creatures that nobody could love enough.

Perhaps she was as demanding of Brett as she was of herself.   She expected even more of her only child than what she herself had achieved, which was considerable.   Imagine growing up in this household, with the pressure to do even better than your accomplished mom.   So, it stands to reason you need to blow off some steam from time to time, get shit-faced, hammered, so drunk you are visibly staggering.  A cute, younger girl comes in, goes upstairs to use the bathroom.  The parents aren’t home.  You and your drunk friend Mark, just as a goof, go upstairs push her into a bedroom across from the bathroom and lock the door. 

Nothing, so far, that any two drunken male high school assholes wouldn’t do.  The rest, the things that would sear themselves into the hippocampus of the young woman, traumatize her for decades to come, are things that only misogynistic drunken high school assholes do.  Throw yourself on top of her, grab her, rub against her.  Suddenly she starts to cry for help.  Fuck that, a meaty hand over her mouth will put an end to that!  The girl’s bathing suit, under her clothes, is what saved her from worse, Brett was too drunk to forcibly remove the bathing suit, keeping his other hand over her mouth as she struggled.   Oh, well!   Have a good laugh, go outside and ralph on the lawn.  Have you boofed yet?

It seems to me that in the cases of most rapey assholes, the uncontrollable misogyny at the root of that power-crazed behavior often comes from mom.   Not to say that all boys raised by difficult mothers grow up to hate women, but some do.   The extreme right wing partisan zealot Neil Gorsuch (Georgetown Prep, ’85), Trump’s first Supreme Court pick,  had a mother so powerful Ronald Reagan appointed her to head the Environmental Protection Agency, to make things a little more comfortable for his super-wealthy job creator friends who were being badly hurt by the hysteria over potential catastrophic climate change. 

Gorsuch’s mother was a powerful conservative ideologue with a mission.  You can only imagine the humane values young Neil imbibed with his mother’s powerful milk.   The results can be seen in his fair-minded, even-handed application of the laws, his unflinching instinct to protect the rights of those eternal “persons” who have been so unfairly oppressed in this great, deluded nation liberalism has brought to the edge of godlessness.

Perhaps the most obvious case is the misogyny of Donald J. Trump.   He rarely makes a peep about his sainted mother, in contrast to the many things he’s said about his father over the years.  Everyone knows his father was an overbearing, ruthless, larger than life asshole who reluctantly groomed his younger son for the job he’d hoped his oldest, Fred Jr., would take.   Fred Jr. was too nice a person, too decent a guy, by all accounts, and so Fred Christ Trump groomed the younger Donald, who had always exhibited the required meanness of spirit, to be his successor, inheritor of the great Trump Empire.  The wife and mother was at home, she had everybody’s backs.

Trump, in addition to his many fine attributes, his finest attributes, is clearly a cruel man.   He takes pleasure in humiliating others.   You want to know the roots of his cruelty toward women, which is as famous and often displayed as his cruelty toward blacks, Mexicans, the children of illegal immigrants and asylum seeks, Muslims and other rapist-types, look at his mother.

Fred Christ Trump’s father, the president’s grandfather, an immigrant from Germany, was a self-made wealthy man.   Fred Christ Trump took a small fortune and made it a much bigger fortune in the decades after his father died.  At some point he was looking for a wife.   A poor immigrant woman fresh off the boat from Scotland somehow caught his eye.   He married her.   She was a rich man’s wife, now rich herself.   She would put on a mink coat, have her driver take her in the limo to one of the Queens laundromats they owned.   She would collect the bags of quarters in that outfit.  Take them home and count them. 

Not much more is known about Trump’s mother, except for her proud professions that she always knew little Donald would grow up to be a great and important man, but I can only imagine he never received her love in the quantity needed.   His rigidity speaks to that, his insistence that he has never, ever, been wrong about anything, even his multiple bankruptcies were all the right moves, made after winning bigly.  

He makes a canned remark about his mother any time he is asked about her.  Identical words each time.  A great woman, a great, great woman.   Very smart woman, very smart.

Unsaid, of course, but hinted at like the artist of innuendo he is:  if any of my wives had been half as great as her, I wouldn’t have cheated on them, wouldn’t have divorced them after publicly humiliating them.  My mother was a saint.   My bad luck to marry a series of whores.  I can’t tell you how much money I’ve had to pay to these fucking bitches over the years, you wouldn’t believe it.

Trump’s misogyny is beyond dispute.  He treats men badly too, but he feels a special urgency to belittle women.   If you are reading this, Mr. President, I don’t blame you, not entirely.   You apparently had a pretty bad  mother, even though she arranged photo ops for you with a series of pretty models every weekend when she and dad visited you at the military academy they sent you to because they worried about your uncontrollable bullying.  That was the beginning of your Ladies’ Man brand, those photo ops with pretty girls hired to make you not look like the cringing bully douche-bag you’ve always been.   You were voted Ladies Man of your school by your all male classmates at the Maladjusted Sons of Wealthy Assholes Academy.

It is no mystery why Trump supports Kavanaugh.   Kavanaugh has changed his opinion on the accountability of a sitting president for ordinary civil and criminal prosecution.  As a zealous young Republican operative he believed with all his heart that a Democratic president who lies under oath about a blow job must be aggressively investigated, impeached, thrown out of office for the felony of perjury and then prosecuted for it and imprisoned, if possible.   A president like Trump?   He has such a hard job, the hardest job, the hardest job, a job that he can’t do well while burdened with civil and criminal investigations into his alleged conduct while he is the sitting president.   Kavanaugh writes in that tell-tale 2009 law review article that his views have changed a little, or evolved.  Wait,  I thought you twats don’t believe in evolution.   I’d say Kavanaugh’s views changed by Intelligent Design.

The larger reason that Trump is insisting on Kavanaugh as the only Supreme Court justice he wants, of course, is that Trump sees himself in the unfairly maligned Kavanaugh.  It’s always about The Donald, after all. Many people sincerely hate Trump, many women accuse him of things they can never prove 100%.   Women are always trying to attack Trump, according to him, because they are jealous, or simply liars, now there are three women falsely accusing Kavanaugh of the same kind of utter crap, this bitchy “she said, I said” slander.  All lies!  Thank God for the law in this great nation that says they have to prove it 100%!   100% you fucks!

Trump apparently told Kavanaugh to show some balls at the hearing, come out swinging, attacking, they can’t prove shit, they’re liars, a well-funded attack network of lying liberals propped up by a couple of freedom hating class traitor billionaires — blast ’em, Brett, with both goddamned barrels.   He defended the impeccable moral credentials of his nominee at a rare presidential press conference the night before the Blasey Ford testimony.   An object lesson in being a brazen alpha male.

Now, after Kavanaugh’s alpha bitch performance defending his “good name”,  he and Trump are definitely BFFs, two victimized wealthy white men, being unfairly held to the same standard as powerless Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Blacks, poor whites who do– allegedly!– the same things to women that they’re accused of.   Those types go to prison behind the same charges we have to face down, Brett.  See, it pays to be a rich white guy with mad connections to powerful people, LOL!  Am I right, Brett?  Am I right?

Kavanaugh’s victims, ALLEGED victims, well, he’s very sorry that they had some kind of traumatic experience they mistakenly recall he was involved in, things he has 100% no recollection of, but that he is, at the same time, 100% sure never happened, not him.  100% positive.   The gold standard of irrefutable rebuttal, 100% certainty, just like Christine Blasey Ford.  These women may believe they are being truthful, but they are the tools of liars.

It is because I have always been an unwavering far-right partisan that these false allegations have been orchestrated by a powerful group of well-organized, well-funded rabidly liberal enemies.  By bitches.  I treat ALL women with dignity and respect, even these lying ones intent on destroying my reputation as a pious and humble church-going Christian on the cusp of fulfilling a lifelong dream, my mother’s and mine.   SO UNFUCKING FAIR!!!   Arrrgggghhhhh!!!!!

Kavanaugh’s mother and father sat in the small audience in the Senate hearing room during his passionate, petulant rebuttal.  I wonder if Judge Martha Kavanaugh was as proud of her boy as Trump’s mother always publicly pretended to be of her troubled son Donald.