Christine Blasey Ford’s story would unravel quickly under any competent and sustained cross-examination. The format at today’s hearing, however, makes that impossible: five minutes of cross-examination, followed by five minutes of Democrat rehabilitation, followed by another snippet of cross-exam and so on, until the witness will emerge unscathed from what should have been a thorough dissection of her rickety tale of woe.
One demonstrable lie undermines her entire testimony: She claimed she needed time to drive to this charade of hearing because the terrible trauma inflicted on her by Brett Kavanaugh 36 years ago has left her with a dread fear of the confined space of airplane cabins. Except that she flies everywhere and is in fact a jet-setter who has flown as far as Tahiti. That much, so I have heard, emerged from the ridiculously punctuated cross-examination. Falsus in uno, falsus in omnibus: “false in one thing, false in everything.”
Ford is a well-coached, leftwing activist drama queen who claims to remember every detail of Brett Kavanaugh’s alleged mashing in a bedroom during a party back in 1982, even if she can’t remember the date, the month, the location, who drove her there and home (at age 15 with no driver’s license) or indeed any other detail that would allow anyone to obtain contemporaneous corroboration of her story from an independent witness. The four “witnesses” she named, including her lifelong friend, have denied any memory of the incident or even the party Ford swears they attended with her. The lifelong friend contradicts her, says Ford, because of “health challenges.”
Moreover, (according to the press reports I have allowed myself to sample), Ford cannot even recall the exact date on which she took a polygraph only a few weeks ago: it could have been the date of her grandmother’s funeral or perhaps the next day! This witness cannot even recall the difference between events on the day of a very recent funeral of a close relative as opposed to events the day after. But she does remember she was in a hurry to fit a polygraph into her busy schedule because, despite her Kavanaugh-induced aerophobia, she had to fly to Manchester, NH that day. But why take a polygraph back in August if she had no intention of going public with her story at that time? Answer: “I had no reason not to.”
Give me a break. Torture yourself if you like. I, for one, will await the evening news shows on Fox to see what chance Brett Kavanaugh has of being confirmed by the Senate as opposed to having his life ruined by a totally uncorroborated claim of what allegedly happened at a drunken party when he was 17 and his accuser was 15.
If the Republicans cave on this one, said Lindsey Graham in a moment of admirable candor, the voters should abandon them. The outcome of this hearing will determine whether America descends into a state of quasi-anarchy controlled by Democrats who operate with the furious energy of demons from the pit of hell, fearing that the veritable sacrament of their demonic religion—abortion—is under threat.
Wake me when it’s over.
