Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Apocalypse Now: Republicans Set Fire To Rules To Confirm Kavanaugh


                                            Good Day World!

I watched with disgust as the Republicans trotted out a Trump Supreme Court appointee and went through the motions of a confirmation...unlike any other in our judicial history.

The Republican chairman (I won't even say the bastard's name) did his best dog-and-pony-show pretending like Kavanaugh's confirmation was going through a normal process - like Kavanaugh's predecessor's did (with the exception of Gorsuch, another Trump appointee).

The Republicans in the room claimed that the Democrats didn't need to see more than 90% of Kavanaugh's records. They expected the Dems to be happy with 7% of his track record in politics.

The Dems tried to shame Kavanaugh into suspending the hearing until they could read all the files on his past. They asked him to think how it would look in history if he came down on the wrong side. They asked him to reveal his records of he didn't have anything to hide.

Needless to say, it didn't work. The man has no shame. He's a Trump appointee and has already signed a loyalty oath to Trump. So he sat there like a middle-aged cherub and smiled a lot. Sometimes he even tried to look serious about the farce he was involved in.

Takeaways:

Trump is covering his ass so that when he gets impeached, and it goes to the Supreme Court, Kavanaugh will be his Get-Out-Of-Jail card.

A great example of a Republican-sponsored Kangaroo Court in the era of Trump. 

I think we're in a political version of Apocalypse Now, and the rules and norms in Washington DC are being set on fire so Trump can watch democracy burn. 

I'm reminded of the iconic movie and the following scene:

Jet's streaking across the sky spewing napalm into the jungle and on the beach...chaos in the skies...

Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that? 

Lance: What?

Kilgore: Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. 

[kneels

Kilgore: "I love the smell of napalm in the morning. 

You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours.

When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of '
em, not one stinkin' dink body.

The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like...

[sniffing, pondering

Kilgore: victory!"


Time for me to walk on down the road...

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