With all due respect, Brett, shove it up your butthole with a wire whisk. 
You don’t get to sit at a Supreme Court confirmation hearing as as right-wing twitter bio, Brett. You’re there as a judge.
Dr. Ford was there as a woman who’s lived decades with the memory of your menacing attack, Brett. And she had to fight to keep from being emotional, because emotional is only something we forgive in our soft pink baby-men.
And it’s not so much *that* you got emotional but *how.*
That would be deliberately, self-righteously, intemperately, and vindictively.
Vindictively, Brett.
How does “what goes around comes around” sit on that or any bench?
That would be deliberately, self-righteously, intemperately, and vindictively.
Vindictively, Brett.
How does “what goes around comes around” sit on that or any bench?
So please, Brett. Pretty please. Sugar on top.
Take that op-ed, the one Dr. Christine Blasey-Ford would not have gotten to write if she’d yelled at the Senate like a rabid spider-monkey.
Put it in your butthole.
Go get a wire whisk.
And shove until you lose the handle.
Take that op-ed, the one Dr. Christine Blasey-Ford would not have gotten to write if she’d yelled at the Senate like a rabid spider-monkey.
Put it in your butthole.
Go get a wire whisk.
And shove until you lose the handle.
We’ve seen the real you. You showed us. No matter how the vote goes.
We’ve seen the face. The real face. The one we know for sure you’ve shown as a son and a husband and a father.
Look. Here’s a picture.
We’ve seen the face. The real face. The one we know for sure you’ve shown as a son and a husband and a father.
Look. Here’s a picture.
