In revealing the address of the
Kavanaugh hearing as Hell, Lindsay Graham granted us all a sigh of
relief. And why would he lie? He's a United States senator. Not so
bad after all, Hell. Seen lots of worse Earthly places. You live in
Iraq or Syria awhile, you finally get killed, you're an evil bastard
and you go to the United States Senate. On the whole, a bit of an
upgrade. Sure it's tedious as Hell, but no fire, brimstone or dinky
Rosie O'Donnells prodding you with pitchforks. Might just be worth
it.
Kavanaugh himself gave us a light look
at the “destroyed family.” Case in point his. Doesn't fit my
outdated idea of destroyed but the times they are a changin'. Seems
to me they're all still there, his daughters now imbued with a reason
to take Karate to bypass debating certain subjects at school; it's
all good and could come in mighty handy someday at a party. If their
dad is an honest man as advertised, and his children know, he will
apprise them of his innocence and they will believe him, as does his
wife already. His family will rally 'round him stronger than ever,
cemented by a common enemy and martial art.
I now find myself in need of a new
word to describe a family with members blown up, shot or killed by
natural cataclysm, destroyed having been conscripted for more lofty
circumstances. Obliviated? Annihilated? Collateral? How about
decommissioned.
His senate hearing is Kavanaugh's idea
of a circus. Apparently he never was taken to the circus when a
child. He always wanted to go and here is his chance to believe he
has. “This is a circus!” he cries at long last. It's nothing like a circus. Well, maybe a very
boring one. No trapeze, no jugglers, only people sitting in chairs.
Well, no lack of clowns. Maybe he relates to the tormenting of other
elephants, isolated from family and friends, forced to perform
tricks. Perhaps he foresees himself rooming with Mr. Cosby if this
goes far enough.
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