Quotable: Max Boot on conservatism

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His name was Dave.

His name was Dave.

I’m not sure how his last name is spelled, so I’ll refer to him by his first name and last initial only. That’s what the German media do when identifying the perpetrator of a crime. And since I am a Bad German, I will identify the perpetrator of a crime against me the same way.

Dave H. was my friend. Or so I thought at the time. Actually, he was just some dude a former boyfriend of mine knew slightly. And I knew him only very slightly myself, as a result. Had I known better, I would never have known him at all.

You see, Dave H. raped me, over 25 years ago.

It started out pretty innocently: I went by his place one evening, just to hang out with him and his roommate, Lionel. I didn’t go alone, but with at least one other friend; I wasn’t the sort of girl who just showed up at a guy’s place all by herself. Especially not a place shared by two guys whom I hardly knew. My parents raised me “better” than that. (You’ll see why I put that word in quotes; they’re always there for a reason.)

So I went there with a couple of friends. And at some point, somebody got the wrong idea about me. No, it wasn’t Dave; it was his roommate, Lionel. He cornered me in the bathroom and pressed a condom into my hand, and tried to push my head down toward his erection. I protested, and raised enough of a ruckus that Dave barged in and intervened. He was completely cool. I had the impression that he’d done something like that before. (Apparently it wasn’t the first time that Lionel had gotten overly enthusiastic about a female friend, and that Dave had had to collar him before he got out of hand.)

He — Dave, not Lionel — probably even apologized to me about that, and I probably said something like don’t worry, it’s no big thing. And then we all forgot about it and went out for beers and dancing at a local pub.

I did what I always did on a night out, and made sure to finish my beers before going to the bathroom, so I wouldn’t have to worry about somebody slipping something in there when I wasn’t looking. I always took a girlfriend along when I went to the bathroom, too; we took turns peeing, and talked through the stall doors. (If you ever wonder why women go to bathrooms in groups, now you know. We’re looking out for each other. Just as our parents taught us to do.)

Later, we all split up. Dave walked me home. As for what happened next, I’ve written about it before, so here’s the relevant bit, in Reader’s Digest condensed form:

On my parents’ own living-room floor he made out with me for a couple of minutes. That was fine; he was a buff, good-looking guy, and I kind of fancied him. But then, without warning, he undid his pants, clambered up over me until he was straddling my neck, and popped his half-masted cock into my mouth.

I was so confused that I didn’t know what to do, other than docilely lie there and let him, so as not to risk offending him and maybe getting myself hurt.

* * *

Perhaps he sensed that there was something ironic and not quite kosher about what he was doing, because after a few half-hearted ins and outs, he stopped, put himself away, and zipped up. He left shortly thereafter. I locked the door behind him.

Then I silently slunk upstairs to bed, bewildered and still a little tipsy, and feeling — not violated or traumatized exactly, but still somehow betrayed. Because he had just a few hours ago saved me from getting raped, and I honestly expected him to know better than to do it himself.

And, get this: He did all that under my parents’ roof. While they slept just above us.

Oh, I’m sure Dave thinks he did nothing wrong that night. I’m sure he thinks so to this day. They all do. And no wonder: Society tells boys to just take whatever they can get, wherever they can get it, from any girl or woman they can get it from. Is it any wonder, then, that men think they should be able to get away with rape, if not murder?

And yes, if Dave had wanted to kill me that night, he could have done so easily enough, simply by sitting his ass down. It was just inches above my neck. That’s why I never fought or struggled. That, and the fact that his blinding speed bewildered me, especially in my beer-blurred state. No permission asked, none given, all advantages taken. If that’s not rape, then what the fuck IS it?

Today, I’m certain that Dave had done that before. How many times? I don’t even want to guess. But nobody gets that fast, or that slick and sneaky, without a lot of practice. This is not something a guy just does on impulse, no matter how much it might look that way to an inexperienced observer (which I was, back then). If Dave raped me so easily, without any fight, he must have known from experience how to do just that: play the good guy where convenient, get enough beers into the victim that she’s comfortable and confused, then take advantage of her when she least suspects anything. And then, before she can register exactly what’s going on and kick up a fuss, get out of there. Plausible deniability accomplished!

So I’m now convinced that not only was I raped, but that my rapist was a serial offender. And if there were victims before me, there may well have been others since me. How many? That’s a question I can’t answer, because I have not seen Dave since that night. But it is one that haunts me whenever I think back to that incident. Because if I didn’t report Dave out of sheer embarrassment, and all the others before me didn’t either — how many more sneaky oral rapes has he committed since then? And suppose he’s escalated, too, and done worse?

On the other hand, that opens up a possibility, a more hopeful one: Maybe Dave got caught. Maybe he got too cocky, too sure of himself. Maybe he messed with the wrong woman. Or maybe he soon will.

I don’t know if that’s happened. Like said, I’m not even sure how his last name is spelled, so I haven’t bothered trying to google him and see if there’s anything on him anywhere. It doesn’t seem worth it, any more than reporting him to the cops was back then. But I will tell you one thing:

If I ever hear from a friend that Dave H. is up on sexual assault charges in our town court, I’m going to find out when the trial is, and I’m going to be there. I won’t go as a witness or a complainant, and I won’t make any fuss. I’ll just be sitting in the gallery, watching, silently boring holes into the defendant with my eyes until he looks up and sees me there. And when that flicker of recognition flits over his face, I will smile at him, all teeth bared, and make a few quick biting motions. Just so he knows how lucky he was, that one time, many years ago, when he got away with it…or thought he did.

It’s a delightful fantasy. I don’t expect it to come true. But if it does, it will be as close to justice as I can ever hope to get.

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Bernie battles Bezos…and WINS!

This is fantastic news, but it should only be the first of many such victories. And it won’t happen unless everybody gets in on the fight for fair and living wages. Today Amazon; tomorrow, EVERYWHERE.

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Kanye West goes full stupid

Yeah, that happened. Kanye, who once accurately pegged Dubya as a racist, became an apologist for racism and slavery. And here’s what Snoop Dogg had to say to him about it:

N-words aside, he was pretty much on point.

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Who ruined Brett Kavanaugh’s life?

Samantha Bee knows:

Yup, it’s none other than…drumroll please…BRETT KAVANAUGH!

So fellas, here’s a quick and helpful tip: If you don’t ever want your life ruined by sexual assault allegations, there’s one surefire way to prevent that: DON’T SEXUALLY ASSAULT ANYONE!

There you go, I’ve saved you a bundle in legal expenses and a buttload of humiliation.

You’re welcome.

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Why anti-choicers deserve no respect (and no new abortion laws)

…and certainly NO sympathetic supreme-court judges. Much less ones now infamous for their beer consumption and their inability to keep their shit in.

In a nutshell, ladies and gentlemen, here is everything that’s wrong with the so-called “pro-life movement”, all rolled up in one very young, very dumb, very white guy in front of a busload of astroturf:

Yeah, that’s right: Someone whose body and life prospects will NEVER be affected by an unwanted pregnancy has an opinion, that he opines must trump (pardon the awful pun) the best interests of anyone whose body and life prospects actually WILL be affected by an unwanted pregnancy.

And he goes to “Liberty University” (note the quotes, there for a reason), too!

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Music for a Sunday: Sir Paul’s latest…

…is a direct slap at Donnie, and I love it:

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How sad and stupid are conservative women?

Really fucking sad and stupid. THIS fucking sad and stupid:

But then again, this is the kind of ass-sucking sycophant who would vote for Donnie even though he’s clearly on tape as saying he just grabs ’em by the pussy. Maybe he was onto something: When you’re famous (not really rich, not actually a star, just famous), some dumb broads really WILL let you do it. Because hey, boys will be boys, amirite? And because Mama Hogg said so.

I don’t feel a bit sorry for this idiotess; she’s made her bed in the pigsty, and she can fucking wallow in it like the dim-witted sow she is. I just feel sorry for her poor young daughters, who got dragged down into the same mud without their consent.

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UN laughs at Donnie; Evo gives him hell.

Oh mang, just look at this. Complete with shit-eating grin:

He lied, they laughed, and he said he wasn’t expecting that, which was the one moment he actually told the truth.

Later he backtracked on that, and claimed he had been angling for that reaction, after all. And of course, NOBODY believes him. Because everybody was laughing AT him, not WITH him, right from the start. He was clearly not joking. He was self-aggrandizing, and nobody was fooled.

Here’s the PM of New Zealand, explaining why everyone busted out guffawing:

“A spontaneous murmur”? Very diplomatically put. She’s far too nice to say what everyone was thinking, which is probably something along the lines of What a ridiculous fucking buffoon!

But here’s one attendee who was not at all shy about taking no guff from Donnie, and letting him have it with both barrels:

Bloomberg calls Evo “a well-known agitator at the UN with longstanding anti-American sentiments”, who “has in the past attacked the U.S. for its interventions in the Middle East, including the Iraq war, the toppling of Libyan dictator Moammar Qaddafi and the civil war in Syria.” Actually, nobody at the UN was “agitated” by Evo; he speaks for a majority of countries there when he criticizes US imperialism, whether Bloomberg likes it or not. There’s nothing “anti-American” about that, given that Evo, like the representatives of Canada, Mexico and indeed all of Latin America, is in fact an American himself. But isn’t it just like Bloomie to confuse imperialism with Americanism?

And if it’s an agitator they want to take swipes at, then ‘scuse me while I miss this guy:

Ah, Chavecito. He was talking about Dubya, who was nowhere near as dumb, mean, and blatantly thievish as Donnie (although Dubya WAS dumb, mean, and blatantly thievish just the same). But he, too, was telling the unvarnished truth as Latin America sees it. And how I wish we could have him back, not just because Venezuela needs him desperately, but because he’d show no qualms about burning Donnie’s britches right off his ass.

And he’d probably get a good chuckle out of what Stormy said about Donnie’s floppy little mushroom, too.

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Brett Kavanaugh, rape pimp.

Artwork by the lovely and talented Mr. Jim Carrey — the best editorial cartoonist never to work for a newspaper.

Ahem. Notice that there’s a period there, instead of the question mark I used the other day? There’s a reason for that…

A third accuser of Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh publicly identified herself Wednesday and alleged that Kavanaugh and others in the early 1980s spiked the drinks of girls at high school parties with intoxicants to make it easier for them to be gang raped.

The woman, Julie Swetnick, said Kavanaugh lined up with other boys, including his close friend Mark Judge, waiting to rape those girls at many parties — and that she once became a victim herself.

The allegations were detailed in an affidavit, signed under penalty of perjury, that was released by Swetnick’s lawyer, Michael Avenatti. Her statement was sent to a senior staffer on the Senate Judiciary Committee.

A signed affidavit? Yeah, that’s reason enough for me to put the period there. I can say with reasonable confidence that NO ONE signs this kind of statement unless they have a compelling case to make.

And if you wonder who she is and why she’s coming forward, just look at this:

Swetnick, a 55-year-old certified systems engineer who did not immediately respond to a request for comment, identified herself in the affidavit as a resident of Washington, D.C. While Avenatti had generally described Swetnick’s allegations in an email to the Judiciary Committee on Sunday, he had not previously identified her until Wednesday.

A 1980 graduate of Gaithersburg High School in Maryland, she said she has held multiple clearances for work done at the Treasury Department, U.S. Mint, IRS, State Department and Justice Department, among other government agencies.

A woman with multiple security clearances doesn’t just pick those up at random. She’d have to be extraordinarily transparent and open to investigation by authorities before she could be cleared to work for all the different agencies she has served. Meaning, this is a witness with an exceptionally high degree of probity. And that makes her statements all the more deserving of belief.

So, what is she bearing witness to? Well, THIS:

Swetnick says in her affidavit that she saw Kavanaugh in the early 1980s “drink excessively at many” house parties in suburban Maryland. At the time, Kavanaugh and Judge were students at Georgetown Prep, a private Catholic all-boys school.

She said Kavanaugh and Judge engaged in “abusive and physically agressive behavior toward girls,” which “included the fondling and groping of girls without their consent” and “not taking ‘No’ for an answer.”

During the years of 1981 and 1982, she said, she learned of efforts by Kavanaugh, his friend Judge and others “to spike the drinks of girls at house parties I attended with grain alcohol and/or drugs so as to cause girls to lose inhibitions and their ability to say ‘No.’ ”

Certain girls were targeted by those boys, and “it was usually a girl that was especially vulnerable because she was alone at the party or shy,” Swetnick claimed.

Swetnick said she “witnessed efforts by Mark Judge, Brett Kavanaugh and others to cause girls to become inebriated and disoriented so they could then be ‘gang raped’ in a side room or bedroom by a ‘train’ of numerous boys.”

“I have a firm recollection of seeing boys lined up outside rooms at many of these parties waiting for their ‘turn’ with a girl inside the room,” Swetnick said. “These boys included Mark Judge and Brett Kavanaugh.”

She also said in her affidavit sent to the Senate Judiciary Committee that in approximately 1982 “I became the victim of one of these ‘gang’ or ‘train’ rapes where Mark Judge and Brett Kavanaugh were present.”

“Shortly after the incident, I shared what had transpired with at least two other people,” Swetnick said.

“During the incident, I was incapacitated without my consent and unable to fight off the boys raping me. I believe I was drugged using Quaaludes or something similar placed in what I was drinking.”

So, not only has Julie Swetnick witnessed Kavanaugh and Judge in (hideously slimy) action, she has also been the victim of their actions…AND told at least two other people about them shortly afterward. Meaning, there are further witnesses who can and should be called to testify when it comes to that. And they will in turn testify that Brett Kavanaugh and Mark Judge were clear ringleaders — pimps — in a rape gang that targeted shy, vulnerable, easily isolated young women and girls for assault. REPEATEDLY.

So, what happened to Christine Blasey Ford back in 1982 was no isolated incident, and was perhaps only the first of many. If indeed it WAS only their first, and if they hadn’t already done it to someone else before her. Not being privy to their activities at that time, I can’t say for certain whether it was their very first time at the rape rodeo. But clearly they had plenty of time and opportunity to refine their grotesque techniques on subsequent occasions, and they did.

And, worst of all, Kavanaugh is also a human-rights violator (in effect, a high-level rape pimp) for another reason: He okayed a lot of war crimes, domestic espionage, and even torture under none other than dear ol’ Dubya. Remember him? That lovable goofus? Yeah, not so lovable in light of this:

As you know, in 2006, Judge Kavanaugh told the Committee under oath that he was “not aware of any issues” regarding “the legal justifications or the policies relating to the treatment of detainees”; was “not involved in the questions about the rules governing detention of combatants”; had nothing to do with issues related to rendition; and was unaware of, and saw no documents related to, the warrantless wiretapping program conducted without congressional authorization.

However, at least two documents that are publicly available on the Bush Library website from Judge Kavanaugh’s time as Staff Secretary suggest that he was involved in issues related to torture and rendition after 9/11. In one, just days after the existence of the Office of Legal Counsel “torture memos” was publicly revealed, then-Deputy White House Chief of Staff Harriet Miers forwarded to Judge Kavanaugh a set of talking points addressing the memos and U.S. torture policy. The forwarded email makes clear that then-Deputy National Security Adviser Stephen Hadley had personally asked for Judge Kavanaugh’s review. Similarly, another email shows that Judge Kavanaugh was included on an email chain circulating talking points on rendition and interrogation. These emails and talking points demonstrate why we need access to Judge Kavanaugh’s full record as Staff Secretary.

In addition, documents that have been produced to the Committee as part of the partisan process that you have brokered with Bill Burck further undercut Judge Kavanaugh’s blanket assertions that he had no involvement in or knowledge of post-9/11 terrorism policies. These documents are currently being withheld from the public at your insistence, but they shed additional light on Judge Kavanaugh’s involvement in these matters and are needed to question him in a public hearing.

After all, Judge Kavanaugh was an Associate White House Counsel on 9/11. Over the next several months and years, the White House sought legal opinions from the Office of Legal Counsel and advised the President on the legality of several controversial programs. For example, just six days after the 9/11 attack, Office of Legal Counsel lawyer John Yoo drafted a memorandum evaluating the legality of a program that would allow warrantless wiretapping of American’s e-mails and phone calls. Mr. Yoo, described in a public Inspector Generals’ report as “‘very well connected’ with officials in the White House,” addressed his memo to Deputy White House Counsel Timothy Flanigan, Judge Kavanaugh’s likely supervisor at the time. It is important for the public and full Senate to understand whether Judge Kavanaugh was involved in their communications, despite having told the Committee in 2006 that he had not seen or heard anything about the President’s warrantless wiretapping program until December 2005.

Ah yes, you all no doubt needed reminding that Dubya is not some cute, cuddly homebody, puttering around his Dallas retirement home and painting his puppies, and passing candy to Michelle Obama at John McCain’s funeral. Just like you needed reminding that Brett Fucking Kavanaugh was not just some superannuated virgin choirboy during his formative years at high school and college.

And only now are we seeing just what grotesque circles they all run in. Who knew that high-school sexual assaults and frat-house rapes would be just the tip of a very treacherous iceberg, and that what lies below the waterline is even uglier, and could only be deemed salacious if one is already one hell of a pervert?

Well, I can’t say I didn’t suspect as much.

Strap yourselves in, folks, this vomit-comet ride is not even off the ground yet.

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