Kavanaugh

Kavanaugh?

His furious face is an emblem of masculine dishonesty.  I grew up around this shit. My dad, red faced, teetering between weepy self-absorbed sorrow and self-righteous fury.  It’s what dishonesty looks like. Given Kavanaugh’s relationship to alcohol, I find it plausible that he has little or no memory of the assault.  But his performance of aggrieved masculinity was an obvious tell. 

“If you admit to anything and any culpability, then you're dead.” - D. Trump

Kavanaugh’s internal calculus has probably indicated that he needs to be a very good boy in his normal life in order to make up for the debauchery of his double life.  Likely, he’s praying that he can keep on enjoying his beer without it ruining his career.  

"Yes, we drank beer. My friends and I. Boys and girls. Yes, we drank beer. I liked beer. Still like beer. We drank beer."  -- Brett Kavanaugh