GQ magazine’s Jay Willis’s tenuous grasp of American law is surpassed only by his absurd sweeping generalization of the country as a “culture of sexual assault.”
This qualifies as journalism these days, I see.
He bemoans in his latest failed hit-piece Brett Kavanaugh’s confirmation as the most recent Supreme Court Justice despite the few and unproveable sexual assault allegations levied against the former D.C. Circuit Court of Appeals Judge.
But Mr. Willis is quite discontent with how the kangaroo trial by public opinion rightfully panned out because to him, as well as to scores of other civically-challenged Americans, unproveable allegations should constitute full legal recourse, including the summoning of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. And why not shoot for the moon in desiring one of the top investigation agencies under whose purview this does not ever typically fall, especially since it matches nicely with the set of specious assault claims that would not even qualify beyond an actual evidentiary hearing? What amounts to unprovable hearsay would not even justify a trip to the principal’s office nor be entitled to demand the services of the local police precinct (for relative comparison).
It appears the takeaway for Willis and his people is to work on achieving some modicum of basic law and the thresholds constituting the use of various legal terms, like evidence.
But civics be damned, for the villagers desperately need their ogre on which to lay revenge conducive to whatever “meaningful consequences” Willis demands but never enumerates. Details matter not in the judiciary of the liberal left. Generalities and presumptions are as valid as hearsay and are deserving of federal-grade punishment, especially under the skies of America’s mythical rape culture that has been pedaled ad nauseum nearly to the point of caricature: the throngs of snowflakes, their spittle shooting violently from between their teeth as they cast obscenities, resemble so perfectly the cartoonish imbecility of those crowds that once would demand a black youth be duly punished purely on the hearsay that he assaulted a white woman, and despite no evidence proving either party’s account.
Mobs as intense as each one described above are frighteningly unhinged: they never feel culpable for what transgressions its individuals commit as a unit, but they never are hesitant to grandstand the results of their lunacy if, as in the first case, they dupe enough youngsters into believing violent rule is justifiable when exacting a popular cause. The second case is fundamentally no different.
And liberals’ carefree condemnation of America as a rape culture is no less disingenuous as their blithe condemnation of conservatives as bigots when even a hint of suspicion or caution be expressed in matters and procedures involving the alleged infringement of one’s civil or natural rights. Nothing hearkens to America as a land cultivating or trafficking in rape or sexual assault. Pointing to various mass media portrayals reinforces the unruly tendency to conflate insinuation with concrete proof, or distinguishing fantasy from reality. Moreover, regarding the false phenomenon of rape culture as if it were a legitimate force or epidemic is to pedal a most despicable brand of victimization over what so many have chosen to buy into and whose unprincipled persona they feel entitled to assume. “Victim” is not a permanent state but a short-lived phase. Treating it otherwise is a selfish matter of choice serving no constructive purpose.
Allegations—unsubstantiated, no less—drove to the doorsteps of the Capitol this mob, its inanity demanding national attention from citizens possessing better reason than to fall prey to those bleating stains scratching so desperately at the Senate’s chamber doors, pining for relevancy.
But the cure is reason: incisive, intelligent, refined—attributes naturally incompatible with the limitations inherent to mob-induced drivel.