In this age of belief dismissing evidence, I already don't believe Chrissy Blasey

The crime of the century took place against this reclusive California  therapist. We are soon going to be privileged to hear her traumatized memories of what befell her at the hands of teenage boys who will eventually turn into despised old, white men.

By Carolyn Yeager

WHO OF SOUND MIND WOULD BELIEVE HER?  Well, I can tell you, I just called my sister-in-law, a dyed-in-the-wool democrat, to find out if she had bought in to this craziness, and the answer is yes. Not that she is really of sound mind. She thinks American women are going to come out of the woodwork to vote for Democrats in November because of this woman's story. The democrats have gone insane (take Rep. Swalwell, for example, another Californian). They really must be prevented from attaining to government power again because they are akin to the Bolsheviks who carried out the revolution in Russia in 1918—all restraint is gone. For them, Trump is not a serious president and must be gotten rid of, just as the Czar had to be gotten rid of back then. And we know how far that went, and for how long.

These people excuse all excess by believing whatever they want to believe, and parroting whatever their leaders say on TV.

But I confess that I also believe what I believe already. I don't see any need for the two to testify, except for appearances sake, because whatever either one are going to say, they have already said. My sister-in-law thinks Chrissy will come armed with some witnesses to give more credence to her story. If so, it would be designed only to delay a vote indefinitely. So I hope Grassley and his republicans are prepared for that.

As it stands now, we have a girl of 15 on the free and loose one summer night, going to a beer/pool party (alone?) wearing her bathing suit with 17-year-old boys she didn't know well, in a private home that was deserted except for this intimate group. It's not surprising if someone tried something with her and it should not have surprised her. I was a teenage girl at one time and it may surprise you that I remember a lot of it very well, even with being a lot older than Chrissy. What I know is that those things that were most upsetting OR most happiness-inducing are what is remembered best. Life's highlights, if you will. So I don't believe that Chrissy can remember who “attacked” her but not remember whose house she was in and who else was there. She even has yearbooks to look at and friends to ask. She doesn't remember how she got there or how she got home because she doesn't want to. It would make her look bad and/or ruin her victim persona.

This is all so phony and manipulative that it's amazing to me its gotten as far as it has. It just shows what bad shape our society is in, especially with television and political commentators. I don't have TV but I see them on the Internet. It's gotten that when some news bimbo or bimbus repeats the obligatory phrase, “It's so terrible what happened to her. It shouldn't happen to anyone,” I have to click off in disgust. We don't know what happened to her, dumbell! It looks like we'll never know. Which is why I lean to thinking nothing happened to her, or so very little that she should be thanking her lucky stars nothing worse happened.

But as we know, modern democrats can't feel gratitude. They've all joined the unthinking kool-aid klub and become deranged demigods. So-called bipartisanship has become an impossible dream that no one should waste their time on. We need to do everything in our power to defend ourselves from them because we're in an environment that necessitates an all or nothing approach.