Dear Brett Kavenaugh: you are crying for yourself.
Yes, it’s sad that you won’t be able to teach again (for you, but not for your students). Sad that you won’t be able to coach basketball (for you but not for the girls). Sad the ten year old daughter said “we should pray for the woman” [SHE GETS IT] (sad for you, because you’re embarassed, maybe a significant moment of recognition for her). Sad that your life as you envisioned it has ended (for you, not for the bad you generate).
So sad for this privileged good old boy — livin’ the dream. And maybe it’s sad as we come to see that the American dream is indeed a myth for “America”, but definitely sad for rich, white colonists who now will be stepping (falling/flailing/screaming) down. Maybe not today, but certainly tomorrow.
Pull your pants up, Brett. You waved your dick in our face, and we said no thank you. Next time, we bite.