Kiss me, you fool!

Our failed media is once again doing the dirty work for the Republicans:

CNN:

“CNN has learned that the committee has reached out to a longtime friend of Ford named Leland Ingham Keyser.

“I understand that you have been identified as an individual who was in attendance at a party that occurred circa 1982 described in a recent Washington Post article,” a committee staffer wrote Keyser earlier this week.

“On Saturday night, her lawyer, Howard Walsh, released a statement to CNN and the Senate Judiciary Committee.

“Simply put,” Walsh said, “Ms. Keyser does not know Mr. Kavanaugh and she has no recollection of ever being at a party or gathering where he was present, with, or without, Dr. Ford.”

NYTimes:

…a woman and two men who were said to have attended the party now say they have no recollection of it, seeming to “eliminate any chance of corroboration … by anyone who attended.”

It’s actually pretty straight forward: unless you are one of the participants in something memorable, you probably are not going to remember everything from an event decades ago.

I’m told that I introduced at least two of my friends to their future spouses, but I have no memory of it. “John” (not his real name, except of course that it is) told me I introduced him to “Karen” (ibid) at the Cal-adjacent dive bar The Kingfish. I suppose it is possible, I spent enough time there doing my homework (playing shuffleboard for beer). Now, if he told me it was the night I won a shuffleboard tournament (never happened) and bought a round for the house (which also never happened), it might have remained in my brain that I introduced them. Also/too: I introduce everyone to everyone else. My parents were very social and I learned from the masters, so to speak. I would have no memory of introducing Person A to Person B 40 years ago; it was a habit; it still is.

Memory is a funny thing. Since the other kids at this booze-fueled party 40 years ago were neither the (ALLEGED) perps nor the victims, I would be surprised that they remembered anything, let alone who else attended a party, probably one of dozens of parties.

Now, if Mark Judge (the boy who [ALLEGEDLY] turned up the music to drown our Ford’s screams while Kavanaugh [ALLEGEDLY] put his hand over her mouth) were to testify, it might be another matter. Of course, like automatically introducing people to each other, turning up the music to drown out screaming could be that a vice that became a habit. (ALLEGEDLY). Why would he remember it?

Judge chronicled his life as a prepster:

In one passage of the book in a chapter titled “A Functioning Alcoholic,” senior year students, including Judge, lamented the news that they would be spending Sundays during their senior year doing community service.
“‘We have to do something,’ I said. ‘They can’t get away with this our senior year.’
“‘What are we going to do?’ Shane said, laughing. ‘Drink a hundred kegs and brag about it?’
“No one laughed. For a second, no one even spoke. ‘It’s brilliant,’ I said.”
Judge and his high school buddies went on to create a newspaper called the Heretic, a riff on their school newspaper the Saint. One of the main objectives of the paper, as laid out by Judge in the book, was to chronicle “the 100-keg quest and everything that happened on the way.”
According to his book, Judge and his friends continued to publish and anonymously distribute the paper on campus, with a continued emphasis on the 100-keg quest in the pages. Judge wrote that by March of his senior year, the keg count was “into the mid-eighties.”
In “Wasted,” Judge also describes an exchange with a young woman at a party when talk arose of a friend who puked in a car.
“Do you know Bart O’Kavanaugh?”
“Yeah. He’s around here somewhere.”
“I heard he puked in someone’s car the other night.”
“Yeah. He passed out on his way back from a party.”
CNN has no confirmation that the Bart O’Kavanaugh mentioned in the passage above refers to Brett Kavanaugh…

…In another book published by Judge — “God and Man at Georgetown Prep” — he describes the 100-keg quest again. He also writes of a bachelor party that he and friends threw for their teacher: a keg of beer and a stripper provided the entertainment at someone’s house for the high school students. There was even a “pictorial essay” printed in a student-published paper called the Unknown Hoya — which appears to be the same as the Heretic — of the party, including an image of the stripper.
“Prep was a school positively swimming in alcohol, and my class partied with gusto,” Judge wrote.

I don’t know much about preppy bragging, but that sounds like confirmation that the Republican protagonist in this morality play is not exactly without skeletons in his closet. Kavanaugh might not remember throwing up in THAT car, but he might remember throwing up in a car.