Because at least three people corroborated Tara Reade's account. Jesus Christ!
Three people corroborated the story they saw an angel who let them handle golden plates on which was scribed the history of the primary ancestors of the Native Americans. Eight more corroborated that Smith had these plates. Smiths wife told a story of having touched them through a cloth. Etc. Etc.
Biden has three people who claim they were never told any of this despite Reade claiming she reported it. We'll see what the records search turns up I suppose.
There's a great bit in the movie Knives Out where Daniel Craig, in a fake southern gentleman's accent, is talking with an elderly woman of at least 100 something years of age. In it, he postulates the overwhelming feeling of old age is one of weariness.
One thing I assume of age is weariness. Damned if I don’t get more tired every day. Tired of what I do. Following arcs, like lobbed rocks. The inevitability of truth. But the complexity and the gray lie not in the truth, but what you do with the truth once you have it.
Watching how quickly Sanders supporters have flipped to wanting intervention in the nomination process isn't surprising. But it adds to my own sense of weariness with people. With ideologues and players, whatever one wishes to call the veneer of purity and filter of absolute corruption used to attack/defend around unrealistic versions of reality on all sides.
Kavanaugh was not entitled to a supreme court seat. Nobody is. A Supreme Court seat is not your average job for a living, and the American people don't get to pick the next Supreme Court justice. The American people will vote for the next president in November, so there is a big difference between Kavanaugh and Biden.
Gotta love what passes for an informed opinion in the age of Coronavirus.
For starters, would you mind posting the day it happened for us? Row 1, should be easy.
Hey subbie.
On what day did it happen? Your chart, which in typical conservative male fashion used an unflattering more current picture of Ford next to a picture of a young, more attractive old photo of Reade so subconsciously you dumb sods instinctively know which one YOU would sexually assault, said it was known. So.
And yeah, I'm gonna go row by row. Here's a hint about how it plays out. It doesn't get easier.
