The senior movers and shakers within the Democratic Party watched the end-game. They watched as their ever-so-carefully-coached female witness sadly spouted forth her testimony before the Senate Judicial Committee. They also watched as their plots fell apart. The witness, her voice cracking with emotion as she recalled the moments when she fought against the Nominee for the Supreme Court as she alleged he tried to rape her. But she couldn’t quite convince the Senators as they sought to distinguish how she could clearly point that wavering, shaky finger at Judge Kavanaugh, the Nominee; when the alleged attempted rape took place. Yet she could not remember where the alleged party took place. Nor when it took place. Nor how she travelled to the party. Nor how she got home after the party. Nor who the other people were who attended this pre-party party. She stated that Brett Kavanaugh turned the radio up loudly to cover his actions, and her screams. She did not explain how she could hear over the noisy radio as the Nominee and his buddy laughed as they stumbled down the stairs from that bedroom.
As the Nominee himself accepted, “I understand and accept that she was probably assaulted; but I was not at that party, I did not assault her!” No equivocation, no ifs, and’s, or indeed but’s. The Democratic Senators gathered around that horseshoe-shaped bench obviously believed her; after all, she was their witness, the star of the show. This was immediately obvious from the smarmily creepy way they all welcomed her to the stand. The Republicans? Well, they had decided to give all of their allotted questioning time to a professional, to a female prosecutor, presumably because they obviously knew that a combined partisan battering by a majority of male Senators would not strike the note which was desired: that of unstitching the statements made by the witness, and of proving that she was lying, and was therefore guilty of perjury. She made inroads into the testimony of the witness, but, in the terms used by many legally-trained observers; she never laid a finger on the witness; but her telling queries in the areas of where the assault took place, as well as the strangely-adroit queries regarding the witness’ knowledge of polygraph testing; will stand up for later enquiries. No series of questions actually made a difference.
The Democratic Party activists really didn’t understand what their vile threats were doing inside the mind of the one woman who made that difference.
All the greasy words of praise emanating from the Democrat side of that bench, and the muted questions of the Republican Senators’ prosecutrix; pale into insignificance against the clarity, the honesty and the courage of Senator Susan Collins’ speech, when speaking on the Senate floor during the cloture debate. She deliberately explained why the allegations regarding the sexual conduct of the Nominee were not the basis for her decision; but instead the legal oversight history and the documented deliberations of that same Nominee were behind her decision to vote for the Nominee to become an Associate Justice of the United States’ Supreme Court.
Second only to Senator Collins’ speech, I would link to the four minutes and twenty six seconds of Senator Lindsey Graham’s blast, aimed directly at the Democratic Senators ranged against the Nominee. Now there is a man who speaks from the heart
All readers, I urge you to read the Senator’s speech, linked below. It is a masterpiece; and a true example of how Lawmakers should respond to a taxing decision. Readers, I give you: Senator Susan Collins:-