So it looks like Michael Avenatti has been busted for busting some woman’s face. The Los Angeles Police Department, not a Trump stronghold, arrested him on Wednesday on charges of felony domestic violence. According to TMZ, a publication that somehow not only breaks the inside scoops on these outlier celebrity incidents, but that also has emerged as a consistently more reliable and trustworthy source of honest news than are CNN or other Left Media outlets, Pornography’s Lawyer is alleged to have left his alleged victim with a “swollen and bruised” face punctuated by “red marks” on both her cheeks. The TMZ report continues:
We’re told Wednesday afternoon the woman was on the sidewalk on her cellphone with sunglasses covering her eyes, sobbing and screaming on the phone, “I can’t believe you did this to me. I’m going to get a restraining order against you.”
We’re told security brought her inside the building, took her upstairs and Michael showed up 5 minutes later and ran into the building. He screamed repeatedly, “She hit me first.”
Sez he: “I have never struck a woman. I will never strike a woman. I’ll be fully exonerated.” Sez he.
So which is it: (i) #WeBelieve Survivors… or… (ii) #WeBelieve Connivers?
Call it “karma”; call it “measure for measure.” Call it Divine justice. Or just call it in to Dianne Feinstein, his United States Senator. As we all predicted long ago, sooner or later partisans on the Left would themselves experience the mockery of justice and moral travesty that became known as “the Kavanaugh hearings.” Here was Christine Ford, who clearly and openly lied under oath when describing to the Senate Judiciary Committee (i) why she added a second front door to her home — it was not for claustrophobia but for enhancing the marketability of her zoned rental property — and (ii) whether she comfortably can fly to various destinations automatically. When such a fictional storyteller as she is believed over a decent religious family man with a spotless moral record through decades of public life and scrutiny, all bets are off. In such an atmosphere, Mueller witch hunts seem downright benign as new Salem trials erupt, this time aimed at burning men’s reputations at the stake based on little but lies and hatched stories with no bases in reality. The Crucible meets #MeToo.
The world of CNN, MSNBC, New York Times, Washington Post, and the other Left Media is now one of false narratives punctuated by New Age memes like: “Well, maybe the facts do not support my claim, but it is My Truth.” My Truth. Actually, for those who speak the Queen’s English or even Brooklyn’s English, the word “truth” is preceded by the definite article, not the possessive: “Do you solemnly affirm that you will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you G-d?” That is “truth” — without the possessive.
By contrast, a synonym for “My Truth” is “a lie.” Thus, the Boston Red Sox never played in the recent Major League Baseball postseason playoffs. Perhaps events on the field at Fenway Park and in the news in Beantown saw them actually win the World Series quite convincingly, but I am a New York Yankees fan, so “My Truth” is that the Bosox never made it beyond the regular season. My Truth.
In today’s regime of false speech and newspeak, all of language is perverted. An Obamacare law that severely increases medical costs and imposes a new brutally costly individual mandate is called the “Affordable Care Act.” The children of lawbreakers who illegally invade our country, defying our immigration laws and contemning our borders, are called “dreamers.” In time, knee-jerk RINOs in the Congress start adopting the same false language, speaking about the “dreamers.” In time, the newspeak gets its own acronym: DACA. What makes them “dreamers”? How about those born here, second- and third- and fourth-generation Americans struggling to make ends meet, eagerly collecting and relying on the $1,000 and $2,000 employment bonuses born of the Trump tax cuts, dreaming that they might one day send their kids to college or buy a home? Are they not the real “dreamers”? The ones who, having struggled long and hard for a brighter day, a better neighborhood, better schools for their kids, hopes that their children somehow will do better than they. Are they not “dreamers”? How did the children of Illegals get to corner the name “Dreamers”?
Indeed, the biggest of all falsehoods born of the “My Truth” and #MeToo era may well be the “Women’s March.” A Women’s march? Hardly. First, that institution excludes from its ranks all women who do not share the extreme-left agenda of its leaders. So, at most, it is a “Some Women’s March.” More: Is a “women’s march” synonymous with a has-been musical performer stepping on a podium, wearing an idiotic hat that is supposed to suggest (through word-play) a woman’s private reproductive organ, and saying mendaciously that she often has thought of blowing up the White House? Oh, the intersectionality of it all! — the incendiary Women’s March detonator-qua-dreamer. Note, too, as she begins her words “I am angry; I am outraged,” she is smiling and giggling. Her Truth. Or is a “women’s march” synonymous with a truly unstable speaker, the Judd not included in “The Judds,”ranting a teenager’s obscene “poem” that insinuates an incestuous relationship between a father and daughter, presenting itself as some kind of heroic and courageous literary attack on the President of the United States, when the same disoriented “poetry” reciter failed countless women for years by being too cowardly to call out Harvey Weinstein when he sexually pressured her professionally? The courage of cowards.
Nor is the Women’s March merely an abuse and corruption of language. Only a year removed from its prominent promenade, it now is exposed for its leaders’ anti-Semitism. In Tamika Mallory and Linda Sarsour, it is led by two of the most vile Jew-haters in the United States. The former, a Louis Farrakhan acolyte, has termed him “GOAT” — Greatest Of All Time. She photographs with him and then proudly disseminates the picture far and wide. Her anti-Jewish animus extends so far that she demanded that Starbucks dissociate from the Anti-Defamation League, itself now a leftist vehicle led by an Obama activist, when Starbucks sought to do politically correct damage control after one of its Philadelphia-area stores denied an African American use of its lavatory facilities when he did not order any product. And the other Women’s March leader, the hate-filled Sarsour, seeks the destruction of Israel and has tweeted her fantasy of imposing barbaric female genital mutilation against a woman with whose politics she disagrees. So, another Dreamer.
Against this backdrop of social insanity and the terror of the Leftist Mob, #MeToo political terrorism had begun taking root even before the Kavanaugh hearings. It began, fittingly enough— and justly — with the Harvey Weinstein revelations, but it then took off on its own unguided trajectory. As with all Reigns of Terror, not long passes before the founders and early advocates get consumed, too. Al Franken — cooked. Louis CK — cooked. Kevin Spacey — cooked. Those three all deserved it. It is the way of such things: Robespierre, after chopping off other’s heads, gets guillotined. Genrikh Yagoda arranges Sergey Kirov’s assassination. Nikolai Yezhov arranges Yagoda’s demise. Lavrenty Beria arranges the execution of Yezhov, possibly even personally strangling him. Eventually Beria gets shot in the execution chamber that Yezhov had designed with the special sloping floor so that the blood could be hosed away promptly. Each assassin ultimately gets assassinated.
Others among the contemporary sexual harassers have been more fortunate. Notwithstanding the mantra and motto “We Believe Survivors” and the related chants that all women who claim rape and sexual assault must be believed ab initio without any proof to evidence their claims, Keith Ellison has been spared. He is a Jew-hater, too, another Farrakhan acolyte, but his stronger claim to sanctuary and safe harbor from #MeToo scrutiny for physically abusing a former girlfriend is that he is a Democrat leader. Same for Cory Booker, who now would be co-writing a memoir with deposed Senator Franken or singing a duet — To All the Girls We’ve Groped Before — but for his Democrat Spartacus credentials. It is hard otherwise to discern why he gets a pass despite publishing, written by his own groping hand, the way he took advantage of women sexually. And of course Bill Clinton, he of Paula Corbin Jones (perjury, disbarment), Kathleen Willey (pawing), Juanita Broaddrick (rape), and Monica Lewinsky (no apology — did it “because I could”).
Never mind the plethora of false rape claims mixed in alongside the tragically real ones. Lena Dunham lying that she was raped. Al Sharpton rising to fame by propagating Tawana Brawley’s false rape claims, leveraging those lies on a public trajectory that has led in time to an MSNBC show and status as “civil rights leader.” The false rape claims against the Duke lacrosseteam members who lost their lives’ dreams. The false rape claims at the University of Virginia. Even the absurdity of the Barnard College “mattress girl,” who promenaded across campus on Morningside Heights all term carrying a mattress, making of herself a Joan of Arc and Back Support, while having each-and-every of her allegations rejected by law enforcement who refused to press any charges against the target of her accusations; his life meanwhile was ruined.
And now Karma has found Michael Avenatti who joined in on the Kavanaugh Circus by bringing in the most farcical of all claimants, a spurious sort who alleged “rape trains” and wildly fabricated gang-rape rape fantasies, claiming that these supposed incidents happened serially at one party after another — and that she knew of all this because she attended more than ten of these parties. Now that selfsame Avenatti — he who would be 2020 Democrat candidate for President if Hillary Clinton can be dissuaded from competing alongside Kamala, Gillibrand, Spartacus, Uncle Joe, Sherrod, and a host of others whom Trump ultimately will tweet into infamy — finds his Presidential aspirations and freedom from prison imperiled by the allegations that he beat up a woman and messed up her face. To which he replies, echoing less elegantly the Brett Kavanaugh he persecuted: “Completely bogus.”
All Avenatti asks for is justice, to be exonerated. And, indeed, he is entitled to the justice he would deny others. Our freedoms cannot withstand a regime that convicts based on accusations leveled without evidence. All must be deemed innocent until proven guilty. We do not believe women simply because they are women leveling unsupported allegations and accusations against men. Avenatti thus deserves to have his day in court, to face his accuser, to deny the charges. He is entitled to demand that she proffer evidence. But first, as Spartacus would insist, backed by Kamala and Durbin and the Gang, perhaps let there initially be a comprehensive six-month nationwide FBI investigation, an FBI investigation that includes interviewing every person whoeverhas known Avenatti including the wife divorcing him, the other wife who divorced him before her, and each and every member of their respective families. Oh, and his law associates including —but not limited to —those to whom the courts recently have ruled he owes $4.5 million. A full FBI investigation that looks at his credit card usages, not unlike the Left Media’s obsession with Justice Kavanaugh’s credit card accounts when he would purchase blocks of tickets to baseball games, to be reimbursed by the ticket-holders later, for his group of friends all to sit together at the ballpark. Investigate whether Avenatti drinks alcohol. How much? Ever too much? Investigate his high school yearbook. His junior high school yearbook. Talk with his classmates from thirty years ago.
This he deserves — full justice assured by the kind of full FBI investigation that the Democrats on the Senate Judiciary Committee encouraged Brett M. Kavanaugh to seek, to clear his name. The kind that Spartacus has demanded of all gropers but himself. When in Rome, do as the Romans.