He can’t really be this stupid, right? Chuck Grassley, I mean. God help us if he is. Gold help us more if he’s as evil as I think he might be after this.

By attempting to appear accommodating and sensitive to the needs and feelings of a claimed victim of sexual assault (who by every shred of evidence on the mantle was actually a political operative out for blood and working at the behest of Social Justice overlord, George Soros) U.S. Senate Republicans get exactly what they deserve.

No sooner had Grassley negotiated the constantly compromising timeline of Christine Blasey-Ford’s ridiculous and ever-changing demands for committee testimony, complete with three different pushbacks for a hearing and a cancellation of a Monday confirmation vote, than did Kavanaugh accusers 2 and 3 (and innumerable draft picks to be named later) waltz through the excrement-slaked D.C. turnstile of political manipulation. And not one of them with a face or figure that lends credence to their claims. At this rate, one wonders if Michael Avenatti is taking payment in snaggletooth lap dances and wet naps, or whether George Soros is paying him directly, too.  Probably both.

If the GOP establishment cannot be found guilty and quickly of having both spine and testicles, it will continue to step headlong into every punji stick lined death pit that the Democrats have so fastidiously laid.  Or maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly the oozing, agonizing death that ole Chuckie has in mind for the Trump populist resurgence. How much more convincing do you need?

If the GOP establishment cannot be found guilty and quickly of having both spine and testicles, it will continue to step headlong into every punji stick lined death pit that the Democrats have so fastidiously laid. Or maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly the oozing, agonizing death that ole Chuckie-boy has in mind for the Trump populist resurgence. How much more convincing do you need?

All of this was easily avoidable. All it took was Senator Chuck Grassley’s willingness to call bullshit for what it is and force a Monday vote on an embattled, but not yet mortally wounded nominee.  By getting kicked around, or dropping trou, for an abortion pill psychologist in a pussy hat, Grassley ensured that by this time Thursday morning, Kavanaugh will be accused of showering with the Chevy Chase Middle School girls lacrosse team in the summer of 1985 while Bryan Adams’ “Run to You,” pelted in the background.  Good work, Chuckles. Truly.

Democrats lie. It’s what they do.

Pretending to take them on good faith is no different than falling for the same Taqiyya games of the Islamo-fascists that are their favorite allies. Testicular fortitude of the virulence of Donald Trump’s hasn’t proven to be contagious. A lack of it may very well doom the dawdling leave behind network to a Democrat strategic thrashing with consequences lasting well through the upcoming midterm election.

The GOP establishment knows full well that the rules of the D.C. jungle are either kill or be killed. Perhaps the only FBI investigation worth doing would be to determine whether Grassley and company are really as stupid as they appear over the past six days, or whether maybe, just probably, they’re working overtime with lying ugly girls to help sabotage Brett Kavanaugh and in turn, the President who kicked their collective derrieres in 2016.