But that’s different!
Another day, another half baked accusation. Don’t get me wrong I think a crime occurred … it is called perjury. Like the whore who didn’t know she had been raped, until the check bounced, Ramirez didn’t know who the perpetrator was until she consulted the democrats. Then low and behold:
After six days of carefully assessing her memories and consulting with her attorney, Ramirez said that she felt confident enough of her recollections to say that she remembers Kavanaugh had exposed himself at a drunken dormitory party, thrust his penis in her face, and caused her to touch it without her consent as she pushed him away.
By Ronan Farrow and Jane Mayer, The New Yorker
Ramirez’s description of events sounds oddly familiar. Then it came to me, Paula Jones. Ramirez’s experience could be a carbon copy of Paula Jones’ complaint. We all know who Paula Jones identified.
Blow Job Bill’s apologists had a ready made explanation as to why this was not sexual harassment or an unwanted advance.
Blow Job Bill had no way of knowing that a woman would find his act of bouncing his dick on her chin offensive. Once Ms. Jones stated her objection, he put “Mr. Happy” away. Therefore there was no harm, no foul.
I have to admit I almost became a democrat when I heard that explanation. I thought about all those hours and money on drinks spent in a variety of bars, wasted. If I was a democrat I could expose myself to woman at party functions and be assured of a head job.
I realized it wouldn’t work. While oral sex might be guaranteed, the sex of the giver was not. I would have to go through life repeating the tightrope walkers mantra: “Don’t look down, never look down!”
I am not making light of victims of rape and sexual assault. I have handled enough sexual assault investigations to understand the trauma experienced by the victims. I am making fun of democratic scum, liars, frauds and the MSM who never let facts get in the way of a good narrative.