Just like there was nothing suspicious about the claims against Kavanaugh.
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Oh you mean the women who demanded to have the FBI investigate- which means risking prison if they were lying? The women who had told people about these situations years ago, long before any confirmation hearings? The ones who submitted sworn affidavits from corroborating third parties?
The ones willing to testify under oath?
Yeah, that's super suspicious.
And that's how they get you. You're playing right into it. You're so interested in maintaining your comfort level with trump that you'll believe anything.
Sometimes (especially lately) I begin to think we are too stupid for any form of democracy. We're getting what we deserve for taking this great nation for granted.
Let's just all remind ourselves that the women accusing Kavanaugh all wanted the FBI to investigate.
The one person who hasn't called for the FBI to investigate is Kavanaugh.
What does that tell you?
Hopefully the authorities with jurisdiction will take these two men into custody, record their confessions and begin a serious investigation. I'd expect that the U.S. Senate will not act as a shield and will cooperate fully by providing their names and statement to law enforcement.
Here's a portion of Ford's statement to the committee describing what she experienced.
https://www.npr.org/2018/09/26/65194...medium=twitterQuote:
When I got to the small gathering, people were drinking beer in a small living room on the first floor of the house. I drank one beer that evening. Brett and Mark were visibly drunk. Early in the evening, I went up a narrow set of stairs leading from the living room to a second floor to use the bathroom. When I got to the top of the stairs, I was pushed from behind into a bedroom. I couldn't see who pushed me. Brett and Mark came into the bedroom and locked the door behind them. There was music already playing in the bedroom. It was turned up louder by either Brett or Mark once we were in the room. I was pushed onto the bed and Brett got on top of me. He began running his hands over my body and grinding his hips into me. I yelled, hoping someone downstairs might hear me, and tried to get away from him, but his weight was heavy. Brett groped me and tried to take off my clothes. He had a hard time because he was so drunk, and because I was wearing a one-piece bathing suit under my clothes. I believed he was going to rape me. I tried to yell for help. When I did, Brett put his hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. This was what terrified me the most, and has had the most lasting impact on my life. It was hard for me to breathe, and I thought that Brett was accidentally going to kill me. Both Brett and Mark were drunkenly laughing during the attack. They both seemed to be having a good time. Mark was urging Brett on, although at times he told Brett to stop. A couple of times I made eye contact with Mark and thought he might try to help me, but he did not.
During this assault, Mark came over and jumped on the bed twice while Brett was on top of me. The last time he did this, we toppled over and Brett was no longer on top of me. I was able to get up and run out of the room. Directly across from the bedroom was a small bathroom. I ran inside the bathroom and locked the door. I heard Brett and Mark leave the bedroom laughing and loudly walk down the narrow stairs, pin-balling off the walls on the way down. I waited and when I did not hear them come back up the stairs, I left the bathroom, ran down the stairs, through the living room, and left the house. I remember being on the street and feeling an enormous sense of relief that I had escaped from the house and that Brett and Mark were not coming after me.