“Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.” – Byron
Assumptions are the bed rock of everyday belief. Truth, alas, is also a function of belief. Different words yes, but as a practical matter, truth and belief is often the same thing.
Take the Christine Blasey Ford narrative for example. Her story floats on a raft of dubious premises:
- “She” must be handled with kid gloves.
- She is a presumed “victim.”
- She is an assumed “survivor.”
- Her politics, her motives are immaterial
- Her drug or alcohol habits are off limits
- Only medical history that supports her story is relevant
- Her age or profession is irrelevant
- Her social life is off limits
- Her marriage problems are off limits
- Her selective memory is “credible”
- Male interrogators cannot be fair
- She must be taken at her word
Without objection, little of the cover provided by such assumptions applies to the accused, Justice Brett Kavanaugh. Indeed, Brett, apparently, is not entitled to any of the usual presumptions of innocence granted to a female accuser like Ford.
Indeed, even before the Senate hearing began, Kavanaugh was convicted of being white, male, Republican, Catholic, and conservative by a rabid media.
Withal, beyond sex-based immunities and hippocampus psychobabble, Ms. Ford left several large questions unanswered. The first is drugs. Did Ford have any chemical assistance on the morning of her laid-back testimony? Clearly, Kavanaugh did not. He was a hot steaming pile of righteous indignation after lunch.
Mellow or not, there were several other vacuums in Ford’s narrative. Of specifics she could only remember three. They laughed, they were drunk. She, in contrast, consumed precisely “one” beer.
Then there was the “two-door” trauma that apparently triggered the dry hump flashback in Ford’s couple’s therapy. She claims that recovered memory compelled her to argue for two front doors in her recent home renovation. Apparently, a 35-year-old beer bust grope compelled her to insist on two exits for safety in middle age.
The most likely explanation for two front doors on any single family dwelling is “duplex.” Two front doors in any renovated house signals “rental unit” or a second income, not safety.
Given the timing of the alleged incident in puberty, and the big reveal at menopause, an honest analyst might see both narratives as hormonal fictions. Yes, a research psychologist like “doctor” Ford should know that true experts often dismiss “recovered memory” as a “false remembrance generated by outside influence.”
Some Americans believe that the Cold War was the primary cause of climate change, nee “global warming.” Rhetorical excess and blarney are the parents of hyperbole. Both partisan and propagandist must reinvent language and history to make a case for all things dubious. When fakirs and fake news fail, repetition takes up the slack.
Ms. Christine Blasey Ford flew east from her left coast Palo Alto airy a few days ago at the eleventh hour to ruin Brett Kavanaugh’s life in front of a national audience.
She claims that Justice Brett ruined her as a teen 35 years ago. They were both minors at the time (1982?). He is accused of an alleged dry hump and a grope session at some unidentified teen beer bust inside the Beltway. He was 17, she 15. You might wonder what a 15-year-old, pubescent, Holton-Arms debutante in a bathing suit was looking for at a 80s Beltway beer bust anyway. But that’s another question yet to be asked.
With the advent of the Me-Too fad, slut shaming is out of the question. Nonetheless, given the back story, Christine’s narrative sounded like she had an encounter with Bill Clinton or Charlie Rose not Brett Kavanaugh.
Ms. Ford’s contemporary claim to fame lies with left coast academic/pharma sinecures in the California psycho-babble industry. She is a registered Democrat cum academic, cum pharmaceutical consultant with distinct feminist activist bona fides.
Pardon any redundancy.
Withal, we are assured that her belated accusations are motivated by “civic duty” not politics. Still, all of her intermediaries, including counsel and political sponsors, are radical Democrats. We are assured that her last minute allegations, about a man she hardly knew, are apparently a function of a “hippocampus” (her words) that only remembers enough facts to smear, but not enough facts to indict, convict, or convince.
If Ford is a genuine victim, you would think her hippocampus might have tried to bag Kavanaugh years earlier as he served in the White House and on the appellate bench in Washington, but that’s another question yet to be asked.
Ford was treated with kid gloves before, during, and after her recent minutes of fame. Kavanaugh, in contrast, was pummeled like a punching bag. Under fire, without a chemical crutch, the judge became a sniveling wreck.
If you compared the Ford/ Kavanaugh testimony at the Senate side-by-side, the contrast was jarring. Chrissy was bong mellow and Brett looked and sounded like a refugee from a mugging. Ford was so laid back and composed that it was hard not to think that she might have had a hit of something that morning. Kavanaugh, in contrast, looked like he could have used a pill or a highball at lunch.
Apparently, queries about Brett’s beer drinking and temperament were fair game throughout the interrogation, but Chrissy’s pharma or AM buzz were questions never asked.
There’s no evidence that anyone at the mystery beer party on the unspecified date in 1982 ever tried to prevent Chrissy from leaving the unspecified house in Preppieville. In fact, she did leave. How or with whom she cannot say.
Let’s assume that beer, a dry hump, a grope, and the laughter were all real. A grope is not rape. A hand on a mouth is not murder. Ridicule is not assault. Even if we account for four decades of feminist inflation, those imagined charges of attempted rape or murder are either hysterical pubescent flashbacks or mid-life phantasms.
Emotions, dare we say hysteria, do their worst at the hormonal bookends. Alas, the damage is done. Real victims are again less credible. Ms. Ford becomes another footnote on the left. Kavanaugh becomes another permanent pariah on the High Court.
The Ford/Kavanaugh drama was never about either. It was all about Donald Trump. Having lost the latest round of Trump hate, the media has dumped Ms.Ford and moved on to the Kashoggi soap opera and pipe bomb drama, another false flag hoax.
Withal, America is the real victim of fake news. On a downward spiral, we are again less than what we were.
At a minimum, we will need a new word for credible.