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Ashamed

I’ve been away from pol­i­tics for sev­eral months while recov­er­ing from appen­dici­tis, peri­toni­tis and ileus, a hor­ri­ble expe­ri­ence. I have grown bored of Latin America’s per­ma­nent, ongo­ing dump­ster fires (Mex­ico, Venezuela, etc.) and loathe the cur­rent polit­i­cal atmos­phere here in the USA. While I was recov­er­ing I sim­ply could not be both­ered to pay atten­tion, much less write.

Recently, how­ever, I started pay­ing atten­tion to the Kavanaugh hear­ings, which had promptly become a clown show. Dur­ing my recov­ery I had been read­ing the Ancient Greeks. The Greeks believed

that a wan­der­ing and dis­con­tented Uterus was blamed for that dreaded female ail­ment of exces­sive emo­tion, hysteria

The Greeks would have looked at the scream­ing demon­stra­tors as proof of that the­ory, vagina suits or not.

Lit­tle did I know that Diane Fein­stein would pull out, at the last minute, alle­ga­tions of sex­ual assault against Judge Kavanaugh, and that not only would there be exces­sive emo­tion, there would also be talk of fake penises.

And now I am ashamed of the entire polit­i­cal spectacle.

Mind you, I lived in New Jer­sey for nearly forty years. New Jer­sey, home of Sen­a­tor Bob Menen­dez and the eye doc­tor, of Cory Booker and T-​bone. New Jer­sey, birth­place of the Tor­ri­celli Maneu­ver. After forty years of such, it takes a spe­cial kind of aroma for any long-​term NJ res­i­dent to feel shame when look­ing at a polit­i­cal process.

And the process is not the only punishment.

I am ashamed that the accu­sa­tions are doing a dis­ser­vice to real #MeToo vic­tims. First there is Ford, who could not recall the year or the loca­tion even under cross-​examination while all the peo­ple she men­tioned as wit­nesses swear under penalty of felony they were never at the scene. In the case of Ramirez, we learn that

Richard Oh, an emergency-​room doc­tor in Cal­i­for­nia, recalled over­hear­ing, soon after the party, a female stu­dent tear­fully recount­ing to another stu­dent an inci­dent at a party involv­ing a gag with a fake penis,

Yet (empha­sis added)

The New York Times had inter­viewed sev­eral dozen peo­ple over the past week in an attempt to cor­rob­o­rate Ms. Ramirez’s story, and could find no one with first­hand knowl­edge. Ms. Ramirez her­self con­tacted for­mer Yale class­mates ask­ing if they recalled the episode and told some of them that she could not be cer­tain Mr. Kavanaugh was the one who exposed himself.

Not to be out­done, Creepy Porn Lawyer

Ave­natti said he is “aware of sig­nif­i­cant evi­dence of mul­ti­ple house par­ties in the Wash­ing­ton, D.C. area dur­ing the early 1980s, dur­ing which Brett Kavanaugh, Mark Judge and oth­ers would par­tic­i­pate in the tar­get­ing of women with alcohol/​drugs to allow a ‘train’ of men to sub­se­quently gang rape them.”

The same peo­ple ask­ing for an FBI inves­ti­ga­tion of the first two alle­ga­tions read­ily believe that SIX — not one, not four, but six — FBI secu­rity clear­ances of Judge Kavanaugh over three decades did not come across any infor­ma­tion at all involv­ing Avenatti’s invented rape gang.

Then there’s the shame­ful spec­ta­cle of Sen­a­tor Hirono telling men to shut up, as if it were up to her.

I am ashamed to hear the Sen­a­tor imply that the pre­sump­tion of inno­cence, that quaint idea of an accused being inno­cent until proven guilty on which our judi­cial sys­tem is based, flies out the win­dow when it comes to not only one man, but to all men. Hirono is not alone; Sen­a­tors Coons and Schumer sus­tain that there’s no pre­sump­tion of inno­cence for Judge Kavanaugh. These so-​called hon­or­able mem­bers of the Sen­ate would have felt right at home in the Venet­ian Doge’s palace with its mail­box for

Secret denun­ci­a­tions against any­one who will con­ceal favors and ser­vices or will col­lude to hide the true rev­enue from them

In yesterday’s hear­ing

The Democ­rats had noth­ing on him; their harp­ing on his high school year­book was pathetic, and Amy Klobuchar’s attempt to insin­u­ate that Kavanaugh has a drink­ing prob­lem was reprehensible.

I am ashamed that in yesterday’s hear­ing

A real rape had taken place but it wasn’t the one every­one was talk­ing about. It was simul­ta­ne­ously a rape of Judge Kavanaugh, his fam­ily, and the Amer­i­can peo­ple them­selves. The col­lat­eral dam­age was Dr. Ford, her friends, and her fam­ily. And the per­pe­tra­tor was the Demo­c­ra­tic Party, prin­ci­pally their Judi­ciary Com­mit­tee mem­bers, their rank­ing mem­ber, and the minor­ity leader.

The Democ­rats know that Denun­ci­a­tion is the dead­liest activism

Denun­ci­a­tion is what hap­pens when an accu­sa­tion is saved or fab­ri­cated and timed in order to dam­age an indi­vid­ual and/​or process and achieve a per­sonal or polit­i­cal goal regard­less of the truth or valid­ity of the facts. Denun­ci­a­tions have been asso­ci­ated with the most infa­mous and cruel move­ments and regimes in human his­tory.
… But the tim­ing, nego­ti­a­tion tac­tics and invin­ci­ble cal­lous­ness of the Demo­c­rat Sen­a­tors have not just attempted to destroy a fine man and his fam­ily. It has also pro­jected two women, who, by their own admis­sions, are con­fused and unsure of what they are alleg­ing, into a moral and legal cru­cible they did not under­stand at the outset.

I am ashamed that Judge Kavanaugh can­not go to church on Sun­days because pro­test­ers block the entry. I am ashamed that his daugh­ters need body­guards to go to school, that his wife receives death threats, that his mother and father have to endure idiot come­di­ans call­ing for their son’s castration.

I am ashamed that, as Judge Kavanaugh him­self said yes­ter­day, “This con­for­ma­tion process has become a national disgrace.”

I am ashamed to know that the left is not going to give up on Kavanaugh. Not now, not ever.

I am ashamed that this cir­cus revolves around the fear that Jus­tice Kavanaugh would over­turn Roe v. Wade.

There have been sixty mil­lion abor­tions since Roe v. Wade.

Peo­ple who cel­e­brate the killing of sixty mil­lion lives will stop at nothing.

And that is the great­est shame of all.

Fausta Rodríguez Wertz writes on U.S. and Latin Amer­ica at Fausta’s Blog.

I’ve been away from politics for several months while recovering from appendicitis, peritonitis and ileus, a horrible experience. I have grown bored of Latin America’s permanent, ongoing dumpster fires (Mexico, Venezuela, etc.) and loathe the current political atmosphere here in the USA. While I was recovering I simply could not be bothered to pay attention, much less write.

Recently, however, I started paying attention to the Kavanaugh hearings, which had promptly become a clown show. During my recovery I had been reading the Ancient Greeks. The Greeks believed

that a wandering and discontented Uterus was blamed for that dreaded female ailment of excessive emotion, hysteria

The Greeks would have looked at the screaming demonstrators as proof of that theory, vagina suits or not.

Little did I know that Diane Feinstein would pull out, at the last minute, allegations of sexual assault against Judge Kavanaugh, and that not only would there be excessive emotion, there would also be talk of fake penises.

And now I am ashamed of the entire political spectacle.

Mind you, I lived in New Jersey for nearly forty years. New Jersey, home of Senator Bob Menendez and the eye doctor, of Cory Booker and T-bone. New Jersey, birthplace of the Torricelli Maneuver. After forty years of such, it takes a special kind of aroma for any long-term NJ resident to feel shame when looking at a political process.

And the process is not the only punishment.

I am ashamed that the accusations are doing a disservice to real #MeToo victims. First there is Ford, who could not recall the year or the location even under cross-examination while all the people she mentioned as witnesses swear under penalty of felony they were never at the scene. In the case of Ramirez, we learn that

Richard Oh, an emergency-room doctor in California, recalled overhearing, soon after the party, a female student tearfully recounting to another student an incident at a party involving a gag with a fake penis,

Yet (emphasis added)

The New York Times had interviewed several dozen people over the past week in an attempt to corroborate Ms. Ramirez’s story, and could find no one with firsthand knowledge. Ms. Ramirez herself contacted former Yale classmates asking if they recalled the episode and told some of them that she could not be certain Mr. Kavanaugh was the one who exposed himself.

Not to be outdone, Creepy Porn Lawyer

Avenatti said he is “aware of significant evidence of multiple house parties in the Washington, D.C. area during the early 1980s, during which Brett Kavanaugh, Mark Judge and others would participate in the targeting of women with alcohol/drugs to allow a ‘train’ of men to subsequently gang rape them.”

The same people asking for an FBI investigation of the first two allegations readily believe that SIX – not one, not four, but six – FBI security clearances of Judge Kavanaugh over three decades did not come across any information at all involving Avenatti’s invented rape gang.

Then there’s the shameful spectacle of Senator Hirono telling men to shut up, as if it were up to her.

I am ashamed to hear the Senator imply that the presumption of innocence, that quaint idea of an accused being innocent until proven guilty on which our judicial system is based, flies out the window when it comes to not only one man, but to all men. Hirono is not alone; Senators Coons and Schumer sustain that there’s no presumption of innocence for Judge Kavanaugh. These so-called honorable members of the Senate would have felt right at home in the Venetian Doge’s palace with its mailbox for

Secret denunciations against anyone who will conceal favors and services or will collude to hide the true revenue from them

In yesterday’s hearing

The Democrats had nothing on him; their harping on his high school yearbook was pathetic, and Amy Klobuchar’s attempt to insinuate that Kavanaugh has a drinking problem was reprehensible.

I am ashamed that in yesterday’s hearing

A real rape had taken place but it wasn’t the one everyone was talking about. It was simultaneously a rape of Judge Kavanaugh, his family, and the American people themselves. The collateral damage was Dr. Ford, her friends, and her family. And the perpetrator was the Democratic Party, principally their Judiciary Committee members, their ranking member, and the minority leader.

The Democrats know that Denunciation is the deadliest activism

Denunciation is what happens when an accusation is saved or fabricated and timed in order to damage an individual and/or process and achieve a personal or political goal regardless of the truth or validity of the facts. Denunciations have been associated with the most infamous and cruel movements and regimes in human history.
. . . But the timing, negotiation tactics and invincible callousness of the Democrat Senators have not just attempted to destroy a fine man and his family. It has also projected two women, who, by their own admissions, are confused and unsure of what they are alleging, into a moral and legal crucible they did not understand at the outset.

I am ashamed that Judge Kavanaugh cannot go to church on Sundays because protesters block the entry. I am ashamed that his daughters need bodyguards to go to school, that his wife receives death threats, that his mother and father have to endure idiot comedians calling for their son’s castration.

I am ashamed that, as Judge Kavanaugh himself said yesterday, “This conformation process has become a national disgrace.”

I am ashamed to know that the left is not going to give up on Kavanaugh. Not now, not ever.

I am ashamed that this circus revolves around the fear that Justice Kavanaugh would overturn Roe v. Wade.

There have been sixty million abortions since Roe v. Wade.

People who celebrate the killing of sixty million lives will stop at nothing.

And that is the greatest shame of all.

Fausta Rodríguez Wertz writes on U.S. and Latin America at Fausta’s Blog.