I don’t know. I don’t know if Dianne is shrewd, senile, or lucky. Maybe she sat on the now famous letter because she was afraid to do anything else. Maybe she “arranged” to have herself pressured so that she would have “no choice” but to do whatever it is she wanted to do. But however way you slice it, ole Dianne, who never gave much of a damn about due process unless and until it was her rights being violated, who I hoped would be put out to pasture by California Democrats for a candidate who doesn’t remember World War II, has come up with the game-changer that none of the passionate young whipper-snappers now striving to take over the Donkey Team could supply.
If you’re feeling sorry for poor Brett Kavanaugh, don’t. As John F. Harris points out in an excellent article in Politico, that, as a sharp-elbowed, up and coming young right-wing legal hustler, Kavanaugh made his bones first at the Office of Independent Counsel, where he argued that the office had not only the legal duty to investigate crimes that Bill Clinton might have committed but the moral duty to publicly humiliate him, to the highest degree possible, for being a “bad man.” Kavanaugh also eagerly joined in the political nut-cutting that occurred down in Florida in 2000 when Republican hit-men like himself struggled to ensure that no lousy, stinkin’ recount occurred. Because we don’t need no lousy, stinkin’ recounts!
