SCOTUS Nomination II: I Like Beer

Maybe he didn't read it? Several people I went to high school with have written books, and I haven't read any of them.

I thought they were besties ?
Iam pretty sure Kavanuagh perjured himself regarding this as well, given that there were chasing down all these sexual assault, drunking, gambling stories being unearthed by the media.
I dont even know why this is worth lying over.

Texts Suggest Kavanaugh Asked Pal to Defend Him Before New Yorker Story

Two other messages reportedly show Kavanaugh’s team getting in touch with the nominee’s former classmates “in advance” of The New Yorker story being published. Berchem approached Sen. Richard Blumenthal (D-CT) with the texts, and a spokesperson for the senator’s office claimed that the Republicans “had not turned [them] over to the FBI.

Texts between Berchem and Yarasavage also suggest that Ramirez was uncomfortable around Kavanaugh when they attended a 1997 wedding. Berchem wrote that Ramirez “clung” to him, and “never went near” Kavanaugh during the event. In The New Yorker piece, Ramirez accused Kavanaugh of exposing himself to her at a Yale University dorm party. During Thursday’s public hearing, Kavanaugh said he had first heard Ramirez’s allegations from The New Yorker.

https://www.thedailybeast.com/repor...ked-pal-to-defend-him-before-new-yorker-story
 
Lol wut. So someone can't be trusted to remember something 3 decades because you say so?

This is actually important, so I'd like to comment on it.

Police actually do investigate cases from decades ago, if they get evidence or a lead or, as happened here, a witness comes forward with information, for whatever reason.

And while yes, it can be difficult to actually investigate these cases police do it. They'll interview people, gather evidence if there is any, and sometimes even win convictions in cases that are 30, 40, even 50 years old.

There is absolutely nothing, either in law or in fact, that precludes finding the truth in these cases. To presume that because the claim is old, it is either not true or can't be investigated is to just not really understand reality.
 
I drank to the point of being black out drunk, I know because sometimes I couldn't remember how I got home. But that really doesn't say anything about what I did while drunk, its not like I was walking around (stumbling drunk) with a moral compass spinning faster than my head.
 
I drank to the point of being black out drunk, I know because sometimes I couldn't remember how I got home. But that really doesn't say anything about what I did while drunk, its not like I was walking around (stumbling drunk) with a moral compass spinning faster than my head.

I drank to the point of being black out drunk, and got told all about it the next day. It was disconcerting, because the last thing I remembered was being really drunk, knowing I was really drunk, and heading up to my apartment to go to bed. Apparently after that my also drunken neighbor and I went back down to the apartment complex pool and had a "walking on our hands" contest that reportedly involved taking turns landing on our backs on the concrete pool deck. I couldn't walk on my hands sober, so I cannot guess who convinced me this was a good idea. I also can't honestly say that there was any sort of limit on what I might have thought was a good idea at that point.
 
its amazing what people can do and survive while drunk, hand walking/standing is dangerous sober

I went to sick call Monday morning...not for my back, which did hurt a lot, but apparently while resisting being thrown into the pool I had tried to plant my foot and my toes sort of rolled under leaving a trail of flesh across the nonskid finish concrete. When I woke up I could see the cartilage capsule around the knuckles of three toes and I figured I should get the docs to clean things up. I'm telling the doc about our little pool party run amok, and he says "is your neighbor's name Mark?" I said, "yeah, it is, how..." He'd already been in to get painkillers and treatment for his back. It was a horrible day.

Ah, youth.
 
lol, I was gonna ask Mark Judge? Sometimes I thank God I didn't kill anyone during one of my blackouts. I'd go out to the car to make sure no body parts were hanging on the bumper :(

We left San Francisco to spend about 7 months in Gaithersburg in the mid 70s when I was in 9th grade, I would have gone to Gaithersburg HS had we stayed.
 
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lol, I was gonna ask Mark Judge? Sometimes I thank God I didn't kill anyone during one of my blackouts. I'd go out to the car to make sure no body parts were hanging on the bumper :(

Drink driving is a major killer, your also just as likely to kill yourself
At least your wise enough now to admit and recognize the danger

The thing is that Mark Judge must have remember something because not only did he write a book about it, he also told hes ex-girlfriend about an incident of gang rape and this was reported by the New Yorker
 
lol, I was gonna ask Mark Judge? Sometimes I thank God I didn't kill anyone during one of my blackouts. I'd go out to the car to make sure no body parts were hanging on the bumper :(

LOL...no, not Mark Judge. I don't think. I don't really remember his last name, which is funny because in the navy last names are used more than first names. But we actually didn't work together so the only place I saw him was at home, with wives, and that was first name territory.

By God's grace my extreme drinking phase was a stretch of time where the party came to me. I was the only guy in my class that lived off base, and that apartment complex pool was home to massive drunken mayhem constantly, with everyone's car keys locked up in our apartment. Not like people had to be actually sober to get them back, but they couldn't be crawling around on all fours. There were many Sunday mornings that I had a whole carload of idiots to recover from the shrubbery to take back to the base because whoever they rode with couldn't find them the night before. And yet we all lived through it, and had an exemplary graduation rate.
 
Edit: she is the second accusor

Text messages suggest Kavanaugh wanted to refute accuser's claim before it became public
A former classmate of the Supreme Court nominee has reached out to the FBI but hasn't received a response.

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From left, Deborah Ramirez, Kerry E. Berchem, Doug Millet, Karen Yarasavage, Kevin Genda, Brett Kavanaugh and David White pose for a photo at the rehearsal dinner before the wedding of Yarasavage and Genda in 1997

https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/su...vanaugh-anxious-come-forward-evidence-n915566
 
Okay, this is a shameless repost, for a couple reasons...

Kavanaugh: The sky is green, with orange polka dots.
Democrats: This person is lying, and potentially heavily medicated.
Grassley: We are in the senate chamber and cannot see the sky from here. I see no evidence that he is lying.
Graham: How DARE you call this fine man a liar! SHAME on you, and a POX on all your houses!!!!
Flake: In the interest of non-partisanship, we should have the FBI investigate before we agree that the sky is green with orange polka dots.
Grassley: Well, if you insist. I'll provide the FBI with instructions.

<time...time...time...>

Grassley: The FBI is here to present their report.
Democrats: So, is the sky green with orange polka dots?
FBI: Well, it...
Grassley: It is not the FBI's job to draw conclusions, they only bring us the facts. Drawing conclusions is our job. FBI, report please, just the facts that you have ascertained.
FBI: Okay, we interviewed three hundred and twenty seven blind people, and none of them provided any evidence that the sky is not green with orange polka dots.
Republican: There it is there. Let's vote.
Democrat: What the hell? What did people who aren't blind have to say?
FBI: That was beyond the parameters we were given for this investigation.
Democrats: What? Who gave you these parameters?
Flake: Come ON! I got you your investigation and they did hundreds of interviews. Can't we all just get along?
Grassley: Mitch, you may as well just call the question. These obstructionists will never be satisfied!

So, reason number one is I thought it was pretty funny, and sticking it at the very end of the old thread consigned it to the dustbin of history.
Reason number two is that when I posted it that <time....time....time> stuck some music in my head that has been plaguing me ALL DAY. Guess what, if the only part of the lyrics you can remember is multiple voices with a lot of reverb shouting "time" in harmony at looooong intervals the internet cannot help you. Rooting and digging I came up with some guitar bits I could noodle out that were in between there...came up with a "clock ticking" pounded out on a cowbell...noodled bits of guitar and a cowbell is also not going to convince Google to help out.

So, ultimately the second reason that I am reposting this, like ten hours later, is to celebrate my foggy old memory dredging up Time Has Come Today, by the Chambers Brothers. A rock and roll anthem from the golden age of political protests that makes this little parody all the more sweet.
 
@hobbsyoyo - since I can't quote from that thread, I'll just post one of my favorite movie scenes/lines on the issue of leaving the forgiveness to others (The key exchange begins at 0:48 and the actual line is at 1:14-:1:21. The actual lines is (are)...


"But you said we'd be forgiven!"
"And you may!... But that's between you and God" *promptly orders their execution despite promising forgiveness*

This one scene explores the idea of "unforgivable acts" from so many different angles.
 
LOL...no, not Mark Judge. I don't think. I don't really remember his last name, which is funny because in the navy last names are used more than first names. But we actually didn't work together so the only place I saw him was at home, with wives, and that was first name territory.

By God's grace my extreme drinking phase was a stretch of time where the party came to me. I was the only guy in my class that lived off base, and that apartment complex pool was home to massive drunken mayhem constantly, with everyone's car keys locked up in our apartment. Not like people had to be actually sober to get them back, but they couldn't be crawling around on all fours. There were many Sunday mornings that I had a whole carload of idiots to recover from the shrubbery to take back to the base because whoever they rode with couldn't find them the night before. And yet we all lived through it, and had an exemplary graduation rate.
I've been one of the "idiots to recover from the shrubbery" :beer: before.
I don't know how to best file this.

Wait, actually i do:


(Edit: Originally my point was, well, that Republicans are trolling everybody.
But in retrospect i realize that the above applies on multiple levels.)
How you get in a fight at a UB40 concert is beyond me... that's reggae-ish isn't it? You should be too stoned for fighting... plus... getting in a fight to "Red Red Wine"?:confused: Dude WTH:dubious:, you'd have to be one of the most belligerent drunks of all time to be fighting to that... that song is so freaking mellow.

Also... Spinal Tap :lol: I approve this message:goodjob:
 
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I've been one of the "idiots to recover from the shrubbery" :beer: before.
How you get in a fight at a UB40 concert is beyond me... that's reggae-ish isn't it? You should be too stoned for fighting... plus... getting in a fight to "Red Red Wine"?:confused: Dude WTH:dubious:, you'd have to be one of the most belligerent drunks of all time to be fighting to that... that song is so freaking mellow.

Also... Spinal Tap :lol: I approve this message:goodjob:

Maybe someone told him that the band was named for the British Unemployment Benefit form 40 that some of the band members were filling out when they met and it so devastated his prep school/yalie brain to think that he had associated with something so plebeian that he shorted out momentarily.
 
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Did you ever drink to the point of being what is called "blackout drunk"?

Once... it took me by surprise... but when at a good-bye party of friends emigrating to New Zealand, all wine and beer was gone somewhere during the night, I switched to Pernod with some orange juice and the last thing I remember was getting in the car. My girlfriend driving us back from Rotterdam to Amsterdam in the early morning.
The weird thing was that I was still responsive, which was needed because I knew all the roads to get back.
When my girlfriend told me all that the next morning, and I was surprised, she said: but didn't you know that I can ask what I want while you are sleeping........

Would be nice if Kavanaugh had the same...
 
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