Great article. I heard several women call Rush and say essentially the same thing, they remember ever detail.
“I’m sorry for what might have happened to Dr. FoRd”
I don’t think anything “happened” to Dr. Ford.
Progressive woman are as devoid of intellectual honesty as progressive men. There is no low they wont stoop to get their war. If any woman that has worn a pussy hat makes any allegation, she should not be believed. In fact the opposite should be the automatic conclusion. These woman are so vile they should be shunned as low life garbage on the order of prostitutes.
At this point, with respect to the mid terms,I believe a great many people underestimate the sheer revulsion which DemonRat tactics are inspiring in people who tend to consider themselves Democrats.
The fact that not one democrat has stood up and said “enough!”.
.tells you pretty much all you need to know about the “democratic” party.
Has this creature ever said something like "I regret having gone to that party and made better choices after that"? I do think that part of healing is coming to grips with ones self. This stuff that's going on now (1)is trivializing real victims and (2) is not helpful to women who strive to live normal lives without one incident ruining their lives.
Those are the feelings of millions of Americans, men & women!
Those are the feelings of millions of foreign men and women who are paying attention to this circus called "democracy". Many thanks to McConnell, Ryan, Schumer, & Pelosi.
Hello Felicia...
I was raised by my grandmother who held ME responsible if i ever got in a jam..i was supposed to know better. If i had been at that kind of a party and had been attacked, she would have said, Why were you there.. and i knew this. It kept me out of trouble. I did know better.
I was molested by three teenage/preteenage boys when I was a 3-years-old (and 4)!
I can tell you exactly where it was: Buddy's back yard under a card table covered with a sheet and later in his garage, how old I was: 3 and 4, how old the first boy was: 12 (the youngest), his name: Buddy, what I was wearing: short pants with no underpants and a shirt, what he was wearing: short pants and no underpants and a shirt, what he said the first time: "We're going to play a game," what the other boys said and did and were wearing: the oldest was wearing long pants and a shirt.
I can describe the entire incidents in detail. I can tell minute, specific details. I never forgot. I never had some kind of "miraculous memory recovery."
I remembered the entire scenarios from that time to this--never forgot a damn thing--and that was in the 1940s!
I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!