Ahem. Y’all do realize I’m only using that question mark because…oh, take it away, darling Dusty:
Ah, that was lovely. Anyhow, as I was saying: Nothing has been proved. But I know what conclusions I’m going to draw after reading…this:
Michael Avenatti, the lawyer for Stormy Daniels, says he is “aware of significant evidence” that Supreme Court nominee Judge Brett Kavanaugh participated in multiple gang rapes while in high school.
In an email posted to Twitter Sunday night, Avenatti writes that Kavanaugh, his childhood friend Mark Judge, and others “would participate in the targeting of women with alcohol/drugs in order to allow a ‘train’ of men to subsequently gang rape them.”
I trust I need not tell any of you what “running a train on someone” means. You can look it up if you don’t know it, and if you’re so inclined, but I think the implication speaks for itself.
Seems that what Christine Blasey Ford is alleging is just the tip of a very large, and very treacherous, iceberg. Last night, another woman came forward with similar allegations to hers; the second accuser, Deborah Ramirez, says that Kavanaugh assaulted her when both were in their first year at Yale. This would put her assault about a year later than Ford’s. But, as in the Ford case, the victim was reluctant to come forward, because alcohol was involved, and her memories of the incident were thus less than clear. But, like Christine Ford, she wants the FBI to jump in:
After six days of carefully assessing her memories and consulting with her attorney, Ramirez said that she felt confident enough of her recollections to say that she remembers Kavanaugh had exposed himself at a drunken dormitory party, thrust his penis in her face, and caused her to touch it without her consent as she pushed him away. Ramirez is now calling for the F.B.I. to investigate Kavanaugh’s role in the incident. “I would think an F.B.I. investigation would be warranted,” she said.
And why would it be warranted, I wonder?
Ramirez said that, when both she and Kavanaugh were freshmen at Yale, she was invited by a friend on the women’s soccer team to a dorm-room party. She recalled that the party took place in a suite at Lawrance Hall, in the part of Yale known as Old Campus, and that a small group of students decided to play a drinking game together. “We were sitting in a circle,” she said. “People would pick who drank.” Ramirez was chosen repeatedly, she said, and quickly became inebriated. At one point, she said, a male student pointed a gag plastic penis in her direction. Later, she said, she was on the floor, foggy and slurring her words, as that male student and another stood nearby. (Ramirez identified the two male onlookers, but, at her request, The New Yorker is not naming them.)
A third male student then exposed himself to her. “I remember a penis being in front of my face,” she said. “I knew that’s not what I wanted, even in that state of mind.” She recalled remarking, “That’s not a real penis,” and the other students laughing at her confusion and taunting her, one encouraging her to “kiss it.” She said that she pushed the person away, touching it in the process. Ramirez, who was raised a devout Catholic, in Connecticut, said that she was shaken. “I wasn’t going to touch a penis until I was married,” she said. “I was embarrassed and ashamed and humiliated.” She remembers Kavanaugh standing to her right and laughing, pulling up his pants. “Brett was laughing,” she said. “I can still see his face, and his hips coming forward, like when you pull up your pants.” She recalled another male student shouting about the incident. “Somebody yelled down the hall, ‘Brett Kavanaugh just put his penis in Debbie’s face,’ ” she said. “It was his full name. I don’t think it was just ‘Brett.’ And I remember hearing and being mortified that this was out there.”
The similarity between these allegations and Michael Avenatti’s bombshell is abundantly clear. Both women had been drinking at the parties in question, and both times, Kavanaugh and an accomplice (or accomplices) corralled them and sexually assaulted them.
Once might be an isolated instance; twice, however, is no coincidence. It is indicative of a pattern beginning to form. It’s not much of a stretch to assume that these instances were to be the prelude to a rape, or even a gang-rape. These two women were lucky to have been able to get away before Kavanaugh & Co. were able to carry out any further plans on them.
Others, however, were apparently NOT so lucky. Especially if they happened to have contact with Kavanaugh’s equally creepy (and more overtly douchey) friend, Mark Judge:
After seeing Judge’s denial, Elizabeth Rasor, who met Judge at Catholic University and was in a relationship with him for about three years, said that she felt morally obligated to challenge his account that “ ‘no horseplay’ took place at Georgetown Prep with women.” Rasor stressed that “under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t reveal information that was told in confidence,” but, she said, “I can’t stand by and watch him lie.” In an interview with The New Yorker, she said, “Mark told me a very different story.” Rasor recalled that Judge had told her ashamedly of an incident that involved him and other boys taking turns having sex with a drunk woman. Rasor said that Judge seemed to regard it as fully consensual. She said that Judge did not name others involved in the incident, and she has no knowledge that Kavanaugh participated. But Rasor was disturbed by the story and noted that it undercut Judge’s protestations about the sexual innocence of Georgetown Prep. (Barbara Van Gelder, an attorney for Judge, said that he “categorically denies” the account related by Rasor. Van Gelder said that Judge had no further comment.)
Gee, what a swell couple of guys. And all the others they hung out with, too. Would you trust them to make and interpret laws concerning sexuality for the women in YOUR life? Or, for that matter, for YOU?
And if you don’t…shouldn’t you be raising hell?