Ben Sasse, the Nebraska senator took his ham-fisted Hamlet schtick to the floor of the senate, alas! clutches poor Yorick’s skull and said to no one there (not even the chair, because he did it in the dead of night when everyone was shotgunning beers with Brett):
“We all know that the president cannot lead us through this time. We know that he’s dispositionally unable to restrain his impulse to divide us. His mockery of Dr. Ford last night in Mississippi was wrong, but it doesn’t really surprise anyone—it’s who he is.”
At points in his speech, Sasse was holding back tears, Janet (née Folger) Porter-style.
“This kind of repugnant nonsense creates excuses for abusers. I don’t want anyone telling those poisonous lies to my daughters.”
There wasn’t a dry seat in the house. Reminder: it was empty.
“This is not about choosing between believing our daughters and protecting our sons. That choice is false.”
Ben Sasse is really good at these things, what are they called, empty words? meaningless gestures?—but actually following through is an entirely different thingie, indeed.
And when it comes to following through on his woke pronouncements and pleas for decency, Sasse doesn’t have a track record to fall back upon. Sasse gets in-line with Comrade Stupid about 87 percent of the time. So, you know, the laddie doth protest too much, methinks.
“My view is that the #MeToo movement is going to make some mistakes, it’s going to have some excesses, but overall it’s been an important and a needed development.”
And then this morning, he voted for cloture so that the nomination can proceed, so you know, the #MeToo movement made a mistake: they believed him.
Ben Sasse is the Marco Rubio of the Senate.