…when he wouldn’t answer the question: “How many beers is too many?”
A hostile Democratic Senator had not asked him this question. Rather, the Arizona prosecutor deputized by the Republicans asked, “How many beers is too many?”
The appropriate answer is a number. Three. Maybe four–for a big guy.
Judge Kavanaugh said: ” I don’t know. You know, we — whatever the chart says, a blood-alcohol chart.”
Every young person on earth needs to hear a clear and decisive answer to such a question. Three is too many. We need to hear it especially from someone sitting where Brett Kavanaugh sat at that moment.
…I have prayed for the end of Roe v. Wade every day for twenty-five years. This has nothing to do with politics. I am simply imagining myself in Twelve Angry Men. We just finished listening to the witnesses. And we now find ourselves in the jury room.
She told the truth.
He lives in terror–that he might actually have done it. He can’t remember, because he drank way too much in those days.
The irony is, both of these following sentences are true:
1. Brett Kavanaugh is a basically decent man who doesn’t deserve what he is going through right now.
2. He is guilty of the charge.
When I say that he doesn’t deserve what he is going through right now, I mean:
He deserved a long talk with a police officer and at least one night in jail. He deserved to sit beside his dad in the car, as they drove over to the young lady’s house, for him to apologize personally. Then ask her what he could do to make it up to her. Then give her time to think about it. Then do whatever she asked.
He deserved to have his father tell him that he could not play football that fall, that he was grounded for a year. And that if caught with a beer in his hands, he was going to rehab.
(And of course: Confession and penance at Little Flower.)
Then, by February, the whole thing might have been behind them all. Not that I am blaming her for not saying anything at the time. God knows it took guts for her to say it now.
If he would just admit: It might very well be true. And I’m sorry, and that isn’t really me–redemption is close at hand. And he can join in praying for the next pro-life nominee. And find some peace.
…Let’s not forget that dudette nailed this “#MeToo” thing back in ’02, long before there were such things as hashtags.