Will Benedict Donald be able to resist tweeting about Christine Ford tomorrow morning? We doubt it. He is hardly a paragon of self-discipline, despite reports that aides have been gently suggesting that he say nothing "for fear that he would only inflame the situation."
Republicans, prepare to be inflamed. We're talking about a guy who just got flipped on by Paul Manafort, so restraint isn't in the cards.
Ms. Ford, however, did exercise restraint. She's apparently been sitting on this knowledge not just for years (to the detriment of her mental health, to say the least), but certainly since the execrable Brett Kavanaugh was nominated and even before then. Knowing he was on the list of SCOTUS candidates, she contacted her member of Congress, Senator Feinstein and an attorney who specialized in harassment cases. She obtained her therapist's notes (dating back six years) and even submitted to a polygraph. ("No deception indicated.")
In short, she lined up her ducks in the neatest possible row — and still was looking for a way not to have to speak out.
Why? Because she knew that the Trumpsters and the trolls would make her life a living hell, which they've already started with gusto.
We cats send Christine Ford good thoughts, hoping that they'll help her be strong and resolute in the coming days. And of course we PURR.
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