From an email UD just received from the dean of GW’s law school.
We … have received requests from some members of the university and external communities that the university terminate its employment of Adjunct Professor and Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas and cancel the Constitutional Law Seminar that he teaches at the Law School. Many of the requests cite Justice Thomas’ concurring opinion in Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization, in which he called the substantive due process doctrine a “legal fiction.” Justice Thomas has been a consistent critic of the Court’s legal philosophy on substantive due process for many years. Because we steadfastly support the robust exchange of ideas and deliberation, and because debate is an essential part of our university’s academic and educational mission to train future leaders who are prepared to address the world’s most urgent problems, the university will neither terminate Justice Thomas’ employment nor cancel his class in response to his legal opinions.
We really know how to pick ’em. Our next-best appointment after this one was plagiarist/madman Rand Paul. Why not ask Jim Jordan and Louie Gohmert to team-teach a course at GW on a subject of their choosing?
I agree that we shouldn’t fire the doodoo; the way to go here is boycott. Recall that both of John Eastman’s classes during a visiting gig at the University of Colorado were cancelled due to virtually no enrollment. Think of the movement at Harvard Law to make the school offer two sections of way-icky theocrat Adrian Vermeule’s course on administrative law. (Apparently the guy’s got a monopoly.) Ignore them, and they’ll go away.
Which is in itself nothing to be ashamed of. Cassidy Hutchinson told of her shock when she appeared again and again in his office begging him to do something about the carnage, and he did nothing – nothing – except scroll obsessively on his phone. He barely met her eyes, she reports; he just sat on his office couch staring down and scrolling, scrolling, scrolling.
Meadows was lost in a masturbatory, self-comforting trance. Events had truly spiraled out of control and there was – horrifyingly – nothing he could do, as mobs at the Capitol killed and threatened to kill people. Becoming hysterical at this point made sense – plenty of normal people become hysterical when their world suddenly implodes and there is nothing they can do about it – and this is the form his hysteria took. An all-but catatonic regression to masturbatory self-comforting. Hutchinson no doubt noticed his obsessive rubbing with his free hand, but chose not to mention it.
… how perfectly the mad fucker fit the description. Read my TRUBU posts here, and listen to Cassidy Hutchinson’s description today of his physically assaulting his security chief, throwing his lunch against WH dining room walls, and pulling tablecloths in order to upend all the food and drink on WH tables. Trump is indeed the reincarnation of Alfred Jarry’s Ubu the King – a massive ball of vile, angry, idiot flesh deployed against the world when it frustrates his infantile, nihilistic desires. Listen to Hutchinson describe his rage when security officers kept AK-47-wielding madmen out of the January 6 rally enclosure: Let ’em in! Guns are okay! They’re not gonna use ’em against me!
Cassidy Hutchinson has testified that she saw Mark Meadows hurl documents into a fireplace in his White House office. Holder’s film offers some corroboration of this, but the actual course of events was different from what she remembered.
Holder captured Marjorie Taylor Greene desperately begging Mark Meadows to burn incriminating material related to pardons, riot planning, and white power. Appalled at how far things had gone, he refused, at which point she snatched them out of his hands and hurled them into the fireplace.
Apparently Mark Meadows’ assistant, Cassidy Hutchinson, will testify tomorrow (er, today) in front of the J6 committee. Hutchinson isn’t your loyal, lying, Rosemary Woods type; on the contrary, she may turn out to be the investigation’s John Dean. She knows a lot; she saw a lot.
And because she seems to have been too young (she’s in her twenties) to have become a fully elaborated Trumpian whackjob, finding out that Trump was actively promoting the idea of killing his vice president, for instance, surprised her. The Emperor has no clothes!
On May 25, Politico reported that the Jan. 6 select committee heard testimony indicating that Meadows heard Trump say something supportive about those who were chanting “hang Mike Pence” during the riot. A witness told the committee that Meadows had been in the dining room off the Oval Office when Trump made the comment and that he told people nearby “that Trump had signaled a positive view of the prospect of hanging the vice president,” according to Politico. The New York Times reported that Hutchinson was in Meadows’ office when he complained about the comments and confirmed the account for the committee.
At the very least, Hutchinson may be able to make life for uncooperative, litigious, Mark Meadows extremely unpleasant; but clearly the committee expects much more of her than this.
Without the intimidation factor so central to Trump’s hold on power, influential Trump critics such as Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) may seize the opportunity to deepen the break with the rapidly toxifying Trump. If that happens, Republicans will face an enraged, burn-it-all-down Trump in the run-up to the 2024 elections. That may be beleaguered Democrats’ best hope of returning Joe Biden to the White House.
There’s violence against others (setting a mob on your VP; spawning terrorists like RINO-butcher Eric Greitens), and there’s violence against oneself. I’m going to predict that toxifying Trump will attempt to pull off one final mass murder, with boy soldiers – who are, notoriously, the most unrestrainedly vicious of all – at the front lines. Specifically, Donald Trump Jr and Andrew Giuliani will co-captain a coordinated Proud Boys assault on Martha’s Vineyard. If that fails to decimate the elites, Trump will kill himself.
I will arise and go now, and go to Ångermanland,
And a vast fortress build there, of rage and madness made;
None else will I have there -- my world will I command
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have my rage there, for rage's wind doth blow,
Blowing from the hearings, from where the RINOs sing;
There Bennie’s all aglimmer, and Jamie's all aglow,
And the transcripts full of Liz’s zings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I see old allies dumping me and smirking more and more;
I know that court awaits me some not too distant day,
I know it in the deep heart’s core.
I dream of Ginni in the witness chair
Borne, like a traitor, on the summer air
I see her bow her head and start to pray
"Lord please tell me all that I should pr'haps not say."
Many are the wild lies her merry voice would pour
All about the vile texts exchanged with cohorts
I dream of Ginni in the witness chair
Talkin 'bout John Eastman and the fond hopes they share