The metaphors don't get any better (or worse) than this:
How did we get here? The Kavanaugh Supreme Court nomination circus didn't happen by accident. The emergence of incredible -- and by "incredible," I mean the literal Merriam-Webster definition of "too extraordinary and improbable to be believed" -- accusers in the 11th hour was no mistake.
No consent. No disclosure. No escape.
I have a message for virtue-signaling men who've rushed to embrace #MeToo operatives hurling uncorroborated sexual assault allegations into the chaotic court of public opinion.
Remember. Forget. Repeat.
Question: What is more cringe-inducing than a celebrity funeral?
Answer: Two back-to-back celebrity funerals.
In the competition of ideas, you can't win the game if you're not on the playing field.
At this unique moment in American history, liberals and conservatives have something in common: an abhorrence of government prosecutors run amok.
It's quite simple: Some political relatives are more equal than others.
Agenda-driven journalists love to exploit familial dysfunction when a prominent politician is conservative and his or her kinfolk espouse liberal views. When a vengeful offspring, sibling, cousin or distant relation wants to wreak havoc, instant fame and adoration are just a tweet or call away. The media schadenfreude over such bloody bloodline battles is thicker than California wildfire smoke.