This Hegseth nomination looks doomed, or at best destined for a Kavanaugh-style spectacle where the democrats will resort to their tired old playbook and parade a succession of distraught female victims in front of a Senate committee with the cameras rolling. The moral of the story is that you shouldn’t mess with the gravy train, which is the military-industrial complex. That’s their cash cow. There’s that; apparently, non-disclosure agreements aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on. And even email correspondence with your mom isn’t all that private. This is not to say that Hegseth isn’t a flawed candidate with a history of womanizing, failed marriages, and boozing. Check, check, and check. But like Blasey-Ford before her, their star accuser has a story full of holes. With husband and child waiting for her in a hotel room, why exactly did the female conference attendee in question choose to go bar hopping with keynote speaker Hegseth and a group of star-struck women? All the while texting her husband about what a scumbag she thought Hegseth was. And why did she, after engaging in a heated argument with a “visibly intoxicated” Hegseth, did she choose to accompany him back to his hotel room? And suggesting that she somehow “blacked out” while claiming not to have been drunk, how did she suddenly become lucid with Hegseth on top of her? Is she implying that the intoxicated Hegseth was somehow able to slip her a Mickey? And if so, why would she have accepted a drink, and how would the drunken Hegseth be able to surreptitiously concoct the potion? Too many questions. But the democrats will smudge up a set of giant spectacles and coach her through a senate investigation, hoping to tip the balance in the republican majority chamber.
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