Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist
Good God, but am I tired of writing about Brett Kavanaugh. I’d like to never again have to write his name, but somehow this broken record we’ve been set to spin on has yet to be ripped from the turntable and thrown out the window to be smashed into thousands of pieces. But alas.
The infuriating, inconsistent essence of Kavanaugh’s sworn testimony to the Senate is that he was somehow the designated honorable innocent in a crew of young men who regularly drank to excess, even though every shred of common sense and experience about how such packs operate tells us that he would never have lasted very long within such a crowd if the worst he ever did was pass out after a few beers once in awhile and write about flatulence in his yearbook. He maintained the friends he had for as long as he had them because he thought exactly the way they did about life, about women, about success, about the world they would one day be entitled to rule.
It is unjust that Dr. Blasey Ford was compelled to relive her trauma in front of hostile men while none of the several men who have directly contradicted Kavanaugh’s characterization of his behaviors while drunk, throughout high school and college, are being brought forth to face the same level of interrogation, to be asked if they too are liars or otherwise confused about their memories. Meanwhile, Kavanaugh has deceived and dissembled on nearly every question about his character that could be asked, and much of the rest of his background has been purposefully obfuscated by the elder generation of elite men who came into their power before him.
One cannot set aside the all-but-certainty that he committed the assault on Dr. Blasey Ford, or that he may have been a participant or present at assaults committed against Deborah Ramirez and Julie Swetnick. But what this dark farce has proven more than anything else is that Brett Kavanaugh is a man not only willing to lie, but willing to lie with the thinnest, least believable lies he can concoct.
This is where we are right now: We are considering the continuing elevation of a man who has dealt with so little actual friction in his life that he cannot even put forth the effort to present us with an ironclad lie. It would be travesty enough if we were considering hiring such a person to run the cash register at a convenience store. So I don’t know what you call it when you have to sit through weeks of expecting him to become one of nine people overseeing jurisprudence for the entire nation.