FORD'S THEATRE AND AN ASSASSINATION

FORD'S THEATRE AND AN ASSASSINATION
By Andy Weddington
Wednesday, 19 September 2018

Assassination is the extreme form of censorship. George Bernard Shaw

In Ford's Theatre, on 14 April 1865, in Washington, D. C. sat Abraham Lincoln watching the play Our American Cousin when he was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth. 

Drama. 

And drama followed. 

Ford's theatre 153 years later, in Washington, D. C., is an unfolding drama about the assassination of our American cousin - Judge Brett Kavanaugh; President Trump's nominee for our Supreme Court.

Starring in this play ...

Christine Blasey Ford - an heretofore unheard of left-leaning political activist momentarily holding a trump card; a 36 years-old allegation (high school days) against Judge Kavanaugh for some sort of sexual assault. 

Mzz Ford's attorney.

Senators - snakes, sharks, and squeamish men. 

And Judge Brett Kavanaugh (as the Beaver).

This production is audience full participation. 

Mzz Ford leveled a serious charge stemming from her vague memory of an assault to wit she cannot recollect details as to when and where it happened. Nor whom may or not may not have been present. But she's certain Brett Kavanaugh was the aggressor. 

Mzz Ford (and her attorney) demand the FBI conduct an investigation.

The same FBI that attempted to subterfuge a candidate for President and our President. 

What could possibly go wrong? 

Or right for Judge Kavanaugh (and President Trump)?

Nonsense!

Less than an hour ago a (female) (co)host on a Fox News Channel morning show said, " ... surely something happened to her ... ". 

What? Say that again! 

How do you know something happened to her? What proof do you have?

That sort of reckless comment only fuels speculative fires. 

Everyone has an opinion.

Since Mzz Ford became a public figure, I've reflected on my high school experience.

I did not drink alcohol in those days. I do not recall going to any parties. Frankly, I don't recall being invited to any parties (probably because I did not drink, among other social circle [I was not in] reasons).

Two short-term girlfriends come to mind. Pretty girls. How I managed to date either still puzzles me. Sadly, they no longer walk amongst us (I had nothing to do with either death) - one died before her 20th birthday from a brain tumor and the other from cancer a few years ago.

Whatever happened, and it wasn't much (regardless of what some imagined), between us consensual. May they rest in peace.

With (this) Ford's theatre assassination attempt a pistol is not the weapon of choice. 

But a gun's in play; allegedly.  

Rather, this play revolves around a line from the star - charging egregious personal misconduct.

Stage set. 

Drama.

We watch.

Lines still being written.

Drama to follow. 

But death, and likely more than one, a certainty. 

The booth (voting) and mostly squeamish men will determine if (another) political assassination. 

You be the judge!