Iniquitous Individuals

With the Kavanaugh hearings coming to an end, the Jackasses are going batpoop nuts trying to find ANYTHING that can or will delay said hearing.

We are mystified aas to why Feinstein didn’t exhume Mother Teresa to show up to testify against the Judge. Well, hold on because the hearings are ongoing.

Ford’s lawyer held a presser in which the terms were outlined.

Thost terms seem very reasonable if you are a Progressive Cretin. Other persons see a change for their fifteen minutes of TV face time.

Another Shoe To Drop

it’s going to be an ugly week, folks. On Sunday, the anti-Kavanaugh forces lobbed two grenades, with more women coming forward with sexual misconduct allegations against the judge. [snip]

{snip] She was at first hesitant to speak publicly, partly because her memories contained gaps because she had been drinking at the time of the alleged incident. In her initial conversations with The New Yorker, she was reluctant to characterize Kavanaugh’s role in the alleged incident with certainty. 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. Ramirez is now calling for the F.B.I. to investigate Kavanaugh’s role in the incident. “I would think an F.B.I. investigation would be warranted,” she said.

Yup, after massaging he wallet her memories suddenly became clear. Antics such as these would be more likely to be something that the Millennials generation, particularly the Snowflakes would perform.
She might be a Snowflake but she’s a bit long in the tooth to be a Millennial.

She recalled that the party took place in a suite at Lawrance Hall, in the part of Yale known as Old Campus, and that a small group of students decided to play a drinking game together. “We were sitting in a circle,” she said. “People would pick who drank.” Ramirez was chosen repeatedly, she said, and quickly became inebriated. At one point, she said, a male student pointed a gag plastic penis in her direction. Later, she said, she was on the floor, foggy and slurring her words, as that male student and another stood nearby. (Ramirez identified the two male onlookers, but, at her request, The New Yorker is not naming them.)

A third male student then exposed himself to her. “I remember a penis being in front of my face,” she said. “I knew that’s not what I wanted, even in that state of mind.” She recalled remarking, “That’s not a real penis,” and the other students laughing at her confusion and taunting her, one encouraging her to “kiss it.” She said that she pushed the person away, touching it in the process. Ramirez, who was raised a devout Catholic, in Connecticut, said that she was shaken. “I wasn’t going to touch a penis until I was married,” she said. “I was embarrassed and ashamed and humiliated.” …

And now, the main course—there are multiple witnesses that Ramirez cites in her account that don’t remember this event, not even her friend who she says they share very personal details about each other’s lives. Oh, and you’ll love the bit about she’s a registered Democrat, but is not politically motivated…only that she’s totally politically motivated: [snip]

All this reminds of the conservation Alice had with the Cheshire Cat.

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.
‘Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat: ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’
‘How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice.
‘You must be,’ said the Cat, ‘or you wouldn’t have come here.'”

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