Okay, so sexual horseplay at 17, the height of the hormonal storm, is now evidence of demon possession.
And after this week, prepare for “wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging!”
The FBI reportedly has already talked to at least ONE Yale classmate who remembers, as Kavanaugh himself repeatedly asserted, that he drank a lot in college. Surely, more will follow.
Okay let’s review: fraternities and sororities on campuses are nationwide organizations whose purpose is to facilitate getting booze to minors. If any chapter gets in trouble, the nationwide org deploys legal swat teams to the rescue. My daughter, a recent graduate, wisely turned down the presidency of her sorority’s chapter because she would have had to sign a pledge, under oath, that absolutely no drinking ever went on at the sorority’s parties, and during her tenure, never would!
It is unconscionable that these organizations so blithely require and encourage these undergraduates to perjure themselves. (Especially now, when people get no indulgence for the follies of their extreme youth.) But: they DO, and have long done so–and we all knew it.
Sexual experimentation, drinking and even psychedelics used to be considered a hallmark of the college experience. As baby boomers came of age and assumed power, there was almost no one who could deny using pot, for instance. Nor were they expected to deny it.
But now, the revelation that a lot of drinking went on at Yale, even among future federal judges! is about to be painted as shocking, damning , iniquitous.
Mark my words, by the end of this week, America’s white males will have to tremble, not only at the memory of their initial sexual escapades, but at the memory (or lack thereof ) of their encounters with the jolly old demon Bacchus.
William Bradford, founder of the Plymouth Bay Colony, had escaped to Leiden, in protestant Holland, with his band of religious separatists, where they were cheerfully accepted.
Why’d they leave Leiden for the inhospitable wilderness?
Because Holland was too tolerant, too much given to pleasure and comfort! The young people were, as Bradford put it “getting the reins off their necks”. So Bradford’s flock petitioned King James for a charter and set off for Jamestown. They migrated, not seeking religious freedom ,but religious hegemony, especially over their children. The Mayflower, blown off course, pitched up on the famous Rock.
And now, three centuries and ninety eight years later!–
that intransigent Rock, that great, cold boulder of censorious, self-denying anhedonia–
is about to crash down on us.
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