Because most of the people working "for him" know they're working for the office of the presidency and not for the phony fuck who currently occupies the position, but they're committed to serving this country as honorably as possible. So maybe they're winking at us - trying to send us a signal, "...and this ain't the half of it - you wouldn't believe some of the weird shit that goes on...".
Catching up with some of the video I've missed this week, I hit the 8:00 mark of John Oliver's post - "Fights on boats in Rhode Island" - and the connection snapped into place. Almost literally; like when you crash and you hear the pop of a ligament of the crunch sound of breaking bone.
I heard that snapping sound in my mind as I remembered the characterization of a guy named George Huguely - a lacrosse player at UVa who "accidentally" murdered his girlfriend, Yeardley Love in 2010.
Among the stories of Huguely's mercurial personality, there were stories of Huguely losing his temper - usually when he'd been drinking - screaming at people (his dad, or maybe step-dad in particular) while boating in Virginia and Maryland.
These prep school overprivileged legacy pukes need to be put to work picking up trash along the highways - not in positions of power where they are rewarded for their shitty little bullying behavior, and where they can be useful to a Daddy State by continuing that behavior.
It can't be surprising when a guy like 45* goes along with like-minded guys at The Federalist Society, and picks a guy like Kavanaugh.
Isaiah 10: Doom to you who legislate evil, who make laws that make victims; Laws that make misery for the poor, that rob my destitute people of dignity, Exploiting defenseless widows, taking advantage of homeless children. What will you have to say on Judgment Day, when Doomsday arrives out of the blue? Who will you get to help you? What good will your money do you? A sorry sight you’ll be then, huddled with the prisoners, or just some corpses stacked in the street. Even after all this, God is still angry, his fist still raised, ready to hit them again.
It came into my brainspace today when I was out for a walk. I don't know what to do with it, so here it is on my little blog, so I don't misplace it. The Seven Dark Side Dwarfs Creepy Smarmy Moron Fuckin' Moron (his half-twin) Shifty Schmuck and Kavanaugh
