The primary task of everyone in the White House is to hurry to enact each required Republican policy before human toilet Donald Trump can open his mouth and screw it up. They wanted so badly for Donald to shut up about Dr. Christine Blasey Ford, who accused Trump Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh of sexual assault. They were jingling all the keys, giving him all the desserts, sharpening all his crayons, and he just could not restrain himself.
That's why Republicans insisted first on no investigation at all and then, after Arizona Sen. Jeff Flake got yelled at in an elevator and developed a tiny sliver of conscience, agreed to a meager, week-long investigation. They were hoping to hurry "Bart" Kavanaugh through to a final vote before the great Oval Office garbage fire lost control and started sputtering things in public.
As it turns out, a week was too long and here we are.
“‘How did you get home?’ ‘I don’t remember.’ ‘How did you get there?’ ‘I don’t remember.’ ‘Where is the place?’ ‘I don’t remember.’ ‘How many years ago was it?’ ‘I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.’ ‘What neighborhood was it in?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Where’s the house?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Upstairs, downstairs, where was it?’ ‘I don’t know.’”
This was the speech Donald wanted to give the very first day. This is why the White House sent Kavanaugh out with instructions to be an obnoxious frat-boy spite monster in his testimony—that’s what Trump wanted to see, and damn Brett's chances and the nation's collective stomachs. He wanted to belittle women who have accused men of sexual assault, all of them, because Donald Trump is a walking, skin-wearing grudge. He hasn't forgotten the women who came forward during his own campaign to point out that the man who bragged of assaulting women assaulted them. He probably knows every one of their names, and has a grade-school-level nickname for each.
The White House tried so, so hard to keep him from being the piece of garbage that Donald J. Trump has been every last day of his life, and they couldn't do it. Nobody could. And it's almost certain that the last straw, the thing that made him lose the control they were begging him to have, is being exposed as a criminal and a fraud on the front page of the New York Times.
He had no ready response for the Times, so he took it out on the target he had been brooding over all along. He embellished with whichever lies came to mind, as he always does. He sought to indulge the worst of his audience, and was so, so smug as they laughed and jeered.
To hell with him. Really, there are no words left for how grotesque the man is in every possible way, or how grotesque his cheering, vapid, and brick-stupid supporters are. He has been a criminal his whole life. He has been a business failure his whole sorry existence, propped up solely by his papa and whatever crime rings he could ingratiate himself to. He has assaulted whichever women he wanted to assault, and gotten away with it each time via threats or cash payments or simply lying. The sneering, raging manchild of his rallies is who he is, and who his party is. It is who Mitch McConnell is, and Chuck Grassley, and yes, Jeff Flake. It is every one of his enablers, and every pundit who stares into a camera and declares that the human toilet is not doing the things that every American can plainly see him doing. To hell with them all. There is no possible redemption there.
We must take back the Senate. Can you give $3 each to Jacky Rosen in Nevada and Beto O'Rourke in Texas?