Finally?
The Inevitable New The Inevitable Trump Mocking Thread
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Finally?
You're obviously in the know about such things.
So I'll defer to you and your sources.
Fill me, hell fill the entire kitchen in on the inhibiting that's going on...please!
Yeah...
Cite your source(s)
The White House hasn’t asked the FBI to investigate the allegation that Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh sexually assaulted a woman when they were in high school, a request required for the bureau to take further action, according to two people familiar with the matter.
Bloomberg News, citing WH sources --
https://www.bloomberg.com/news/arti...edium=social&cmpid==socialflow-twitter-tictoc
Yeah, lets investigate a thirty five year old juvenile he said, she said.
GTFOH.
If it had been my daughter who was attacked as described, 35 years wouldn't be long enough to forget it.
How about you?
"If" is the definitive term.
"If" your daughter looked like fat, old, Jerry Garcia, or even like thin, guitar ripping Jerry Garcia, she would still look like Jerry Garcia.
He has fat ankles either way.
If your daughter was not very bright but made up for it by being somewhat less attractive, that would also be something to think about..
I'm not sure where you are going with that. You have been posting a lot of meaningless nonsense today. What's going on to make you act so loopy?
Sure, you guys thought I was all exaggerating with that killary gonna be locked up stuff, but I have PROOF! 100% And not that Qnon stuff.
Its. Going. Down! Right now. In PA. Not just Killary. Bush. Cheney, Mueller. And you know what else? Florence? - a diversion from this! Read it and quake in your Uggs!
https://beforeitsnews.com/v3/alternative/2018/3637094.html
Its. Going. Down! Right now. In PA. Not just Killary. Bush. Cheney, Mueller. And you know what else? Florence? - a diversion from this! Read it and quake in your Uggs!
https://beforeitsnews.com/v3/alternative/2018/3637094.html
If.
If you think you are so smart, why dont you just judge everyone on what might be someone's recollection?
Better yet, wait until someone who hates you, and everything you stand for, decides to make an accusation against you, and then embrace it.
How many times has someone like that brought your daughter into a conversation with you?
Its a little different when you put yourself in the shoes of the target.
Still loopy.
I dont expect you to understand.
Just a courtesy memo, as I am, and always will be, a giver.
DKE till you die...
"I am approaching my eighth anniversary on the D.C. Circuit Court of Appeals. I am approaching the 24th anniversary of my graduation from this school. That means I am approaching the 24th anniversary of my organizing 30 classmates in a bus to go to Boston for a Red Sox game and a night of Boston bar-hopping, only for us to return falling out of the bus onto the front steps of Yale Law School at about 4:45 a.m. One friend of mine, Steve Hartmann, actually had a Labor Law final the next morning. (I checked with him just yesterday to confirm that it was Labor Law.) True story.
On the bus, he actually had his book out and was reading his notes while people were doing group chugs from a keg. He got a P. I think the people doing the group chugs got H’s. Fortunately for all of us, we had a motto, what happens on the bus stays on the bus. Tonight, you can modify that to what happens at the Fed Soc after-party stays at the Fed Soc afterparty.
We had a good run my third year. We got our work done, but we had our share of fun. During our third year class party, it was a beautiful night then as it is tonight. We were at the Lawn Club. No one had done their SAWs. Most people didn’t even have their topics yet. But we didn’t care that night. We had a memorable evening. It is fair to say that we had a few drinks. Indeed, as a classmate of mine and I were reminiscing and piecing things together the other day, we think we had more than a few beers before the banquet. Might have been at Toads. Not a good idea.
Anyway, toward the end of the evening a friend of mine who shall remain nameless—and this is a story that is really about a friend of mine, not about me where I am disguising myself as a friend of mine—my friend broke a table in the Lawn Club reception area. Smashed it into multiple pieces. I actually still possess a photo of him sprawled on the floor on top of the table. How’d did he break it, you might ask? The old-fashioned way. He lost his balance and fell into the table, drink in hand, and the table collapsed. My friend was a big guy.
Now, you might think that we would have quickly left the Lawn Club after that, with some sense of shame. But you’d be wrong. My friend actually tried to get another drink at the bar. Proving something I have always known—that bartenders have a lot more common sense than many law school students—the bartender refused to serve my friend.
But that’s where one of our many fond memories of Yale Law School came in. Professor Steve Duke, who himself might have had a few cocktails, came to the rescue and told my friend that he would take care of the situation and argue his case to the bartender. His actual words, as we recalled the other day, were “I’ll take your case.” And sure enough, Steve Duke—or as we called him for reasons too bizarre to recall now, the Dukie-stick—won the case and got my friend some more beers. That’s probably one Professor Duke deserved to lose. The moral of this story: I suppose there are a lot of them. But here’s one I like: Don’t ever let it be said that Yale Law professors are not there when you most need them."
"I am approaching my eighth anniversary on the D.C. Circuit Court of Appeals. I am approaching the 24th anniversary of my graduation from this school. That means I am approaching the 24th anniversary of my organizing 30 classmates in a bus to go to Boston for a Red Sox game and a night of Boston bar-hopping, only for us to return falling out of the bus onto the front steps of Yale Law School at about 4:45 a.m. One friend of mine, Steve Hartmann, actually had a Labor Law final the next morning. (I checked with him just yesterday to confirm that it was Labor Law.) True story.
On the bus, he actually had his book out and was reading his notes while people were doing group chugs from a keg. He got a P. I think the people doing the group chugs got H’s. Fortunately for all of us, we had a motto, what happens on the bus stays on the bus. Tonight, you can modify that to what happens at the Fed Soc after-party stays at the Fed Soc afterparty.
We had a good run my third year. We got our work done, but we had our share of fun. During our third year class party, it was a beautiful night then as it is tonight. We were at the Lawn Club. No one had done their SAWs. Most people didn’t even have their topics yet. But we didn’t care that night. We had a memorable evening. It is fair to say that we had a few drinks. Indeed, as a classmate of mine and I were reminiscing and piecing things together the other day, we think we had more than a few beers before the banquet. Might have been at Toads. Not a good idea.
Anyway, toward the end of the evening a friend of mine who shall remain nameless—and this is a story that is really about a friend of mine, not about me where I am disguising myself as a friend of mine—my friend broke a table in the Lawn Club reception area. Smashed it into multiple pieces. I actually still possess a photo of him sprawled on the floor on top of the table. How’d did he break it, you might ask? The old-fashioned way. He lost his balance and fell into the table, drink in hand, and the table collapsed. My friend was a big guy.
Now, you might think that we would have quickly left the Lawn Club after that, with some sense of shame. But you’d be wrong. My friend actually tried to get another drink at the bar. Proving something I have always known—that bartenders have a lot more common sense than many law school students—the bartender refused to serve my friend.
But that’s where one of our many fond memories of Yale Law School came in. Professor Steve Duke, who himself might have had a few cocktails, came to the rescue and told my friend that he would take care of the situation and argue his case to the bartender. His actual words, as we recalled the other day, were “I’ll take your case.” And sure enough, Steve Duke—or as we called him for reasons too bizarre to recall now, the Dukie-stick—won the case and got my friend some more beers. That’s probably one Professor Duke deserved to lose. The moral of this story: I suppose there are a lot of them. But here’s one I like: Don’t ever let it be said that Yale Law professors are not there when you most need them."
They didn't push the perjury issue too hard during the hearings, although it looked like something was about to pop. Maybe they were getting a surprise ready for the floor debate?
*GOBEARGO*
PREMIER
If you were a half decent father you would not have waited 35 years...you think?
I agree, but I still would not have forgotten or forgiven.
*GOBEARGO*
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Forgotten or forgiven what?...JC are seriously believing this nonsense? You sir are a partisan hack!
And guess what, people are laughing their asses off at you fool! Now and until the end of your time.
How did you get "partisan hack" from that? I was expressing my opinion that I would not forget an attack on my child. How about you?