by James Buchanan
Today was the day that Christine Blasey-Ford got her moment to say her piece as all the radical feminist harridans had been demanding. Never mind the fact that the FBI had done six background checks on Brett Kavanaugh which would have uncovered any past wrong-doing or even rumors of any past wrong-doing.
Never mind the fact that all Senators, including Dianne Feinstein were under obligation to bring forth any evidence about Kavanaugh that they had during the normal course of the Senate hearings, not after the hearings had ended using the media to smear Kavanaugh. Senator Grassley would have been well within his rights to refuse to admit such unsupported accusations.
But the liberal media is obsessed with women with sexual assault allegations being heard no matter how glaringly obvious that the woman is a militant Democrat, who has no real evidence and who is slandering a good man, who would make a great Supreme Court justice, who would defend the Constitution, which the Democrats hate.
|(Blasey-Ford gives her opening monologue: ) Chairman Grassley, Ranking Member Feinstein, Members of the Committee. My name is Christine Blasey Ford. I am a Professor of Psychology at Palo Alto University and a Research Psychologist at the Stanford University School of Medicine.|
She forgot to mention that she’s a liberal Democrat activist, who wore a modified p-ssy hat at an anti-Trump protest, and she signed a petition blaming Trump for child-separation at the border even though Obama started that policy.
|I was an undergraduate at the University of North Carolina and earned my degree in Experimental Psychology in 1988. I received a Master’s degree in 1991 in Clinical Psychology from Pepperdine University. In 1996, I received a PhD in Educational Psychology from the University of Southern California. I earned a Master’s degree in Epidemiology from the Stanford University School of Medicine in 2009.|
Pepperdine Univ. is an expensive private school in Malibu, CA. Sounds like she’s the rich, pampered, liberal kid.
|I have been married to Russell Ford since 2002 and we have two children.|
What must he be like?
|I am here today not because I want to be. I am terrified. I am here because I believe it is my civic duty to tell you what happened to me while Brett Kavanaugh and I were in high school.|
Are you sure you aren’t there to defend abortion and baby-killing by slandering a decent man, who may one day vote against abortion?
|I have described the events publicly before. I summarized them in my letter to Ranking Member Feinstein, and again in my letter to Chairman Grassley. I understand and appreciate the importance of your hearing from me directly about what happened to me and the impact it has had on my life and on my family.|
Feinstein’s about 85 years old and probably getting senile.
|I grew up in the suburbs of Washington, D.C. I attended the Holton-Arms School in Bethesda, Maryland, from 1980 to 1984. Holton-Arms is an all-girls school that opened in 1901. During my time at the school, girls at Holton-Arms frequently met and became friendly with boys from all-boys schools in the area, including Landon School, Georgetown Prep, Gonzaga High School, country clubs, and other places where kids and their families socialized. This is how I met Brett Kavanaugh, the boy who sexually assaulted me.|
She was two years younger than Brett. That’s a huge difference in high school especially in terms of maturity. Most people only remember a handful of people from high school, who were in their class (i.e. the same graduation year).
|In my freshman and sophomore school years, when I was 14 and 15 years old, my group of friends intersected with Brett and his friends for a short period of time.|
This all allegedly started when she was FOURTEEN. Her parents were letting her go to parties with older boys at 14? Something seriously wrong there.
|I had been friendly with a classmate of Brett’s for a short time during my freshman year, and it was through that connection that I attended a number of parties that Brett also attended. We did not know each other well, but I knew him and he knew me.|
Has she bothered to name this guy? Seems like all her other witnesses didn’t remember her at the alleged party.
|In the summer of 1982, like most summers, I spent almost every day at the Columbia Country Club in Chevy Chase, Maryland swimming and practicing diving.|
Oh look, she finally narrowed down the year of the incident. Well thank you very much for that.
|One evening that summer, after a day of swimming at the club, I attended a small gathering at a house in the Chevy Chase/Bethesda area. There were four boys I remember being there: Brett Kavanaugh, Mark Judge, P.J. Smyth, and one other boy whose name I cannot recall. I remember my friend Leland Ingham attending.|
And all of those people, you named, deny that you were at a party with Kavanaugh.
|I do not remember all of the details of how that gathering came together,|
There’s an understatement.
|but like many that summer, it was almost surely a spur of the moment gathering.|
Kind of like your decision in July 2018 to make up this story.
|I truly wish I could provide detailed answers to all of the questions that have been and will be asked about how I got to the party, where it took place, and so forth. I don’t have all the answers, and I don’t remember as much as I would like to. But the details about that night that bring me here today are ones I will never forget. They have been seared into my memory and have haunted me episodically as an adult.|
Well, it was only the most traumatic event of your life so why should you…
- report it to the police
- tell your parents
- secretly tell your best friend or
- write it down in a diary
|When I got to the small gathering, people were drinking beer in a small living room on the first floor of the house. I drank one beer that evening.|
Didn’t her first version of this story claim that she was drunk????
|Brett and Mark were visibly drunk. Early in the evening, I went up a narrow set of stairs leading from the living room to a second floor to use the bathroom. When I got to the top of the stairs, I was pushed from behind into a bedroom. I couldn’t see who pushed me. Brett and Mark came into the bedroom and locked the door behind them. There was music already playing in the bedroom. It was turned up louder by either Brett or Mark once we were in the room. I was pushed onto the bed and Brett got on top of me. He began running his hands over my body and grinding his hips into me. I yelled, hoping someone downstairs might hear me, and tried to get away from him, but his weight was heavy. Brett groped me and tried to take off my clothes. He had a hard time because he was so drunk, and because I was wearing a one-piece bathing suit under my clothes. I believed he was going to rape me. I tried to yell for help. When I did, Brett put his hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. This was what terrified me the most, and has had the most lasting impact on my life. It was hard for me to breathe, and I thought that Brett was accidentally going to kill me. Both Brett and Mark were drunkenly laughing during the attack. They both seemed to be having a good time. Mark was urging Brett on, although at times he told Brett to stop. A couple of times I made eye contact with Mark and thought he might try to help me, but he did not.|
I wonder if the above text matches any cheap Jewish porn novels.
|During this assault, Mark came over and jumped on the bed twice while Brett was on top of me. The last time he did this, we toppled over and Brett was no longer on top of me. I was able to get up and run out of the room. Directly across from the bedroom was a small bathroom. I ran inside the bathroom and locked the door. I heard Brett and Mark leave the bedroom laughing and loudly walk down the narrow stairs, pin-balling off the walls on the way down. I waited and when I did not hear them come back up the stairs, I left the bathroom, ran down the stairs, through the living room, and left the house. I remember being on the street and feeling an enormous sense of relief that I had escaped from the house and that Brett and Mark were not coming after me.|
So she claims she was groped, grinded, gagged and then set loose. No clothes came off. It sounds like a minor sexual assault, and she claims that this was the most horrible traumatic event in her life.
In reality, 15 year old Christine Blasey was a wild party girl which can be seen on certain website pictures and statements that she tried to scrub from the Internet. Her wild partying probably led to her eventually being raped, but it wasn’t by Kavanaugh. And now she’s trying to blame him for the actions of someone else because she’s a militant liberal Democrat and thinks that she has a right to lie and slander people to keep abortion legal.
|Brett’s assault on me drastically altered my life. For a very long time, I was too afraid and ashamed to tell anyone the details. I did not want to tell my parents that I, at age 15, was in a house without any parents present, drinking beer with boys. I tried to convince myself that because Brett did not rape me, I should be able to move on and just pretend that it had never happened. Over the years, I told very few friends that I had this traumatic experience. I told my husband before we were married that I had experienced a sexual assault. I had never told the details to anyone until May 2012, during a couples counseling session. The reason this came up in counseling is that my husband and I had completed an extensive remodel of our home, and I insisted on a second front door, an idea that he and others disagreed with and could not understand. In explaining why
I wanted to have a second front door, I described the assault in detail. I recall saying that the boy who assaulted me could someday be on the U.S. Supreme Court and spoke a bit about his background. My husband recalls that I named my attacker as Brett Kavanaugh.
After that May 2012 therapy session, I did my best to suppress memories of the assault because recounting the details caused me to relive the experience, and caused panic attacks and anxiety. Occasionally I would discuss the assault in individual therapy, but talking about it caused me to relive the trauma, so I tried not to think about it or discuss it. But over the years, I went through periods where I thought about Brett’s attack. I confided in some close friends that I had an experience with sexual assault. Occasionally I stated that my assailant was a prominent lawyer or judge but I did not use his name. I do not recall each person I spoke to about Brett’s assault, and some friends have reminded me of these conversations since the publication of The Washington Post story on September 16, 2018. But until July 2018, I had never named Mr. Kavanaugh as my attacker outside of therapy.
This all changed in early July 2018. I saw press reports stating that Brett Kavanaugh was on the “short list” of potential Supreme Court nominees. I thought it was my civic duty to relay the information I had about Mr. Kavanaugh’s conduct so that those considering his potential nomination would know about the assault.
On July 6, 2018, I had a sense of urgency to relay the information to the Senate and the President as soon as possible before a nominee was selected. I called my congressional representative and let her receptionist know that someone on the President’s shortlist had attacked me. I also sent a message to The Washington Post’s confidential tip line. I did not use my name, but I provided the names of Brett Kavanaugh and Mark Judge. I stated that Mr. Kavanaugh had assaulted me in the 1980s in Maryland. This was an extremely hard thing for me to do, but I felt I couldn’t NOT do it. Over the next two days, I told a couple of close friends on the beach in California that Mr. Kavanaugh had sexually assaulted me. I was conflicted about whether to speak out.
On July 9, 2018, I received a call from the office of Congresswoman Anna Eshoo after Mr. Kavanaugh had become the nominee. I met with her staff on July 11 and with her on July 13, describing the assault and discussing my fear about coming forward. Later, we discussed the possibility of sending a letter to Ranking Member Feinstein, who is one of my state’s Senators, describing what occurred. My understanding is that Representative Eshoo’s office delivered a copy of my letter to Senator Feinstein’s office on July 30, 2018. The letter included my name, but requested that the letter be kept confidential.
My hope was that providing the information confidentially would be sufficient to allow the Senate to consider Mr. Kavanaugh’s serious misconduct without having to make myself, my family, or anyone’s family vulnerable to the personal attacks and invasions of privacy we have faced since my name became public. In a letter on August 31, 2018, Senator Feinstein wrote that she would not share the letter without my consent. I greatly appreciated this commitment. All sexual assault victims should be able to decide for themselves whether their private experience is made public.
As the hearing date got closer, I struggled with a terrible choice: Do I share the facts with the Senate and put myself and my family in the public spotlight? Or do I preserve our privacy and allow the Senate to make its decision on Mr. Kavanaugh’s nomination without knowing the full truth about his past behavior?
I agonized daily with this decision throughout August and early September 2018. The sense of duty that motivated me to reach out confidentially to The Washington Post, Representative Eshoo’s office, and Senator Feinstein’s office was always there, but my fears of the consequences of speaking out started to increase.
Blah, blah, blah. Lie, lie, lie.
It is literally unbelievable that this woman would not have told her best friend about this sexual assault story at the time. You’d think even the most hard-hearted feminist militant would get a pang of doubt over that elephant in the room.
In my opinion, this fact-free slander manifesto by Blasey-Ford suggests that she is a cold-blooded sociopath (the kind who can fool lie detector tests) who thinks nothing of slandering a good man while his wife and two little girls watch –just for her political agenda. This is feminism in the year 2018, and it is a disgrace!