Lionel Nation –  Enter the Brett Kavanaugh nomination and confirmation. This was full bore, with full-tilt insanity interest compounded daily. It was a hit. A targeted victim selection of one Judge Brett Kavanaugh and the rules were simple — there would be no rules. Anything goes and everything went and the sheer brutality of the assault was one for the books.

Litanies of liars, parades of panderers, pettifoggers and agents provocateurs. Victims actual, victims false, victims in procession. Faux prophets, D-lister celeb cons, slimey scum lawyers, rent-a-liars, DNC operatives, Hillary shills, synthetic protests.

Rent-a-ruckus screamers and elevator ninja button-holers with all the hoots and hollers permanently recorded. All the while giving the unsuspected the impression that these seemingly de minimis straggler gaggles represented the country. That they were representative and represented. That they were the voice of America.

Bwahahaha! Not by a long shot, Sparky. Not by a long shot.

Mass hysteria as spectator sport

This was an ochlocracy: perfect, pure and simple. Swarms and mobs, gaggles, flocks and passels, herds and schools — murmurations and formations of the easily moved (and paid Soros-style). All swept up in the moment and the frenzy and the communal siren call of publicity.

A giant LOOK AT ME! moment forever captured, catalogued and memorialized.

An incoherent moment, mind you. But a moment nonetheless. And they provided invaluable and priceless B-roll fodder for Trump media armies. “Is this the America you want?” It was that simple. If you want to see what mayhem looks like, here’s Exhibit A.

Bravo, DNC. You stepped in it again. Just think what the critical Independent vote thinks after watching this freak show. As Cruise’s Jack Reacher noted: “Remember, you wanted this.”

Meanwhile the Daughters Kavanaugh et ux. had to endure a horror that is best described as devastating and PTSD-inspiring. Their father and husband was called, no, shouted a rapist nonstop without surcease and at full volume.

Rapist! Not conservative zealot or even right-winger or the usual playbook pejoratives. No. He was called rapist in full bellow chant.

You know those children were the subject of taunts and whispers and could hear the incessant libels against their father. But, look. Those are the breaks, right? I mean that’s what the purveyors of hate spew. Right-wingers should expect that. These are the times and those are the breaks.

So vile are these rent-a-loons they actually take glee in seeing their objects suffer. But I think I know how to return the favor.

But where did these people get the idea they could terrorize innocent victims aka Trump supporters or staff? Does this ring a bell? “If you think we’re rallying now you ain’t seen nothing yet,” Rep. Maxine Waters, D-Calif, told supporters at a rally in Los Angeles this past June.

“If you see anybody from that (Trump) Cabinet in a restaurant, in a department store, at a gasoline station, you get out and you create a crowd and you push back on them, and you tell them they’re not welcome anymore, anywhere.”

Can you say “incitement,” Ms. Waters? I can. The Wig may have finally lost it.

What process is due?

And let’s see if this rings a bell. The idea and cornerstone of our due process guarantees:

(1) the right to confront witnesses,

(2) the right to the presumption of innocence and

(3) the right to insist that anyone making a claim prove it.

How simple. You accuse me, prove it. And if I say not a word or utter a peep in defense or to explain, that cannot in any wise be used against me and you still lose. You have the burden of proof.

And extraneous and “similar fact evidence,” streams and chains of irrelevant, unsubstantiated whispers and rumors, decades old vague references to moments occluded and obfuscated by and through the fog of alcohol, age, bad memory and the nasty unpredictability of the lie gone south — they do not a valid claim make.

The contrived, orchestrated and manufactured fantasy conjectures from attention-starved witnesses represented in turn by impuissant, soulless charlatans and attention whores all blended and melded together into a latticework of unimaginable horror leading the unsuspecting to think there must be something to some of this.

Right?

Certainly no one could imagine and manufacture all this. And that was the hope precisely. We were told repeatedly that incredulity was not an option when it came to the good Doctor. We must believe all women all the time for all accusations. All women except the accusers of Bill Clinton.

They doubled down on the refrain. Rape victims never lie. They must be believed and their claims never questioned. They must never be subject to cross-examination or story validation and corroboration. Rapists lie. That’s their M.O. That’s what they do. #MeToo, remember?

But certain history begs to differ. Do you recall the University of Virginia rape case? The Duke Lacrosse team tragedy? What about Mattress Girl? Tawana Brawley, the poster child for false allegations.

Enough. We must move on.

#MAGA 2018

It’s been 1210 days since President Donald Trump announced he was running for President, 699 days since he was elected, 626 days since he was inaugurated and it’s only 28 days to the 2018 Midterms. And during the aforementioned periods and in view of the last, what has been the Democrats’ message? Tell me.  What are their hopes, goals, intentions, wishes, dreams, platforms, plans, programs, ideas, vision? Anyone? Anybody? Hello?

Read this carefully. Pay particular note. Donald Trump might very well be the greatest President in my lifetime. How this man has been able to captivate, motivate and scintillate huge swaths of Americans is nothing sort of astounding.

He devastated the best and (sorta) brightest of the GOP contenders, wiping the floor with them. Bernie was obliterated through the Oven Mitt Fashionista herself after being apparently threatened and/or aggressively persuaded to cease and desist instanter. And speaking of Shillary, who brought back the Mao jacket and reptilian exoskeleton back brace as fashion accessory, her disintegration and implosion are ones for the history books.

POTUS’s HRC target now is obtainable through Huber or Sessions, viz. to have her indicted for any of the series of possible charges that are available. She has flouted the law and her responsibility for too long. #OvenMitt4Git

This is my 30^thyear in professional political and legal commentary and analysis. I have never enjoyed it more than now and cannot even imagine it getting better. But something tells me it will.

Thank you for sharing this with me. Admit it, you’ve never felt more alive.

God bless America.

SF Source Lionel Media Oct 2018