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Booker Just Slapped With Brutal Karma After Victim Exposes His Dirty Secret

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We all know by now that the Democrat Party is only good for obstructing and not much else. But in Brett Kavanaugh’s confirmation debate they have sunk to an all-time low.

According to Chicks On The Right, the Democrats are trying to derail the Kavanaugh confirmation with the excuse of an allegation of a sexual assault that allegedly happened 35 years ago. But what’s probably even better is that while this is going on they have decided to ignore all the Democrats recently accused of assault or harassment, with evidence, including Keith Ellison, John Conyers, and Al Franken. And they have decided to ignore allegations about one more in their ranks, Senator Cory Booker from New Jersey.

And what’s even worse is that Booker actually confessed to his allegations in a Newspaper column written by himself back on 1992.

Here is the text of the article from The Stanford Daily Signal:

“Telling one’s own personal story is often the most powerful way to make a point, or, more importantly, to make people think. When grandiose statements entrenched in politically correct terminology are made, many may listen but few will hear.

When I hesitated in writing this column, I realized I was basking in hypocrisy. So instead I chose to write and risk.

New Year’s Eve 1984 I will never forget. I was 15. As the ball dropped, I leaned over to hug a friend and she met me instead with an overwhelming kiss.

As we fumbled upon the bed, I remember debating my next “move” as if it were a chess game. With the “Top Gun” slogan ringing in my head, I slowly reached for her breast. After having my hand pushed away once, I reached my “mark.”

Our groping ended soon and while no “relationship” ensued, a friendship did. You see, the next week in school she told me that she was drunk that night and didn’t really know what she was doing.

While she liked me a lot, she said she just wanted to be friends. I have gotten used to those five words, but that’s another column.

Ever since puberty, I remember receiving messages that sex was a game, a competition. Sexual relations were best achieved through luck, guile, strategy or coercion. Another friend in high school counseled me on the importance of drinking: “With liquor you’ll get to bed quicker,” she said. Thinking about her statement back then, I realized its veracity.

Coming to college, I was immersed in the same sort of attitudes.

“What do you think happened? She invited me back to her room at 3 a.m.”

“I’ve got to find a way to snatch that snatch.”

“The best thing for that girl would be to be tied down and screwed.”

Out of context these statements seem shocking, but in context they were barely noticed.

After two years at Stanford, I snapped from one extreme to the other. Once, during my sophomore year, in response to a slew of my verbiage, a friend of mine chidingly called me a man-hater.

In retrospect, my soliloquy titled “The Oppressive Nature Of Male Dominated Society And Its Violent Manifestations: Rape, Anorexia, Battered Wives” may have been a surreptitious attempt to convince her that I was a sensitive man, but more likely I was trying to convince myself that my attitudes had changed.

My polar leap had little to do with residential education. It had to do with a deluge of reality. You see, I had begun listening to the raw truth from men and women discussing rape about two years ago as a peer counselor. The conversations were personal accounts, not rhetoric; they were real life, not dorm programing. It was a wake-up call — I will never be the same.

I find myself with no conclusion for this column. A conclusion would speak of a simplicity I do not feel. I can find little clarity in the torment of emotions I now experience when even allusions to this issue are made. All I have are poignant visions.

I see that preceding all the horrors of rape are a host of skewed attitudes.

I see my friends seeking to “get some” or to “score.”

I see people making power plays.

I see myself at 15 trotting around the bases and stealing second.

I now see the crowds, no, not the spectators, but the thousands, the millions who are rarely seen or heard.

I’ve seen enough.

I spoke to a 40 year old woman who has trouble looking at her self in the mirror when she gets out of the shower; to her, her body is always dirty. She can’t make love, she never had an orgasm, she never will forget what happened her first time. She can’t close her eyes.”

Pretty damning, don’t you agree?

The worst part of this whole article Senator Booker penned is the fact that he just admits his crime in his own words. And even though he does, the Democrat Party, Dem feminists, and their lapdog leftwing mainstream media are ignoring it.

They don’t care that one of their stars, their “Spartacus,” conveniently assaulted a woman by his own admission. But they are ok with dragging an innocent man through the ringer on an accusation that’s over 35 years old and where no police report was ever filed. From a woman who all of a sudden is a victim but who at the same time barely remembers the alleged incident.

Convenient, Don’t you agree?

 

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