The Kavanaugh hearing feels like a sea change; surely, decades from now, historians will mark it as another moment in the decline of the United States. It felt like everyone in the world (granted, in my limited circles) was aware of and watching with horror and disgust. The woman giving her testimony, and then the man, angry and ranting and partisan, entitled, awful. It was excruciating. I’ve never experienced what she has but some many woman I know have, and we have all, every one of us, experienced that wordless rage as we are dismissed. I don’t understand, I really don’t understand, how a single woman in the world could bear to watch that without feeling sick. That is aside also from what I mentioned earlier, that it was one more small climax in the final acts of America as it believes itself to be. The sense of horror I felt at watching this destruction was indescribable, matching how I felt watching the ‘grab em by the pussy’ tape, or Trump’s inauguration address. Not that I have any particular love for America, its moralising or self-belief, but it was watching something that aspired to be good remove its mask and reveal the twisted horror within.
A good article, written before the hearing.
On this day, or rather yesterday, 353 years ago, Samuel Pepys took two shits in the chimney.