The Kavanaugh Confirmation Carnival And Its Real Implications

The most immediate takeaway from last week’s Kavanaugh Confirmation Carnival was that the 1980s must have been one helluva of a time to be a student.

To hear their schoolmates tell it, both Brett and Christine were a beer vendor’s dream and knew a thing or two about the joys of getting blitzed long before they had reached the legal age. And both went on to earn at least a college minor in beer pong and bar-hopping and, apparently, those other extra-curricular endeavors which frequently follow fast thereupon.

Then again, why is the Senate of the United States (and now the FBI, too) wasting its time investigating the antics of a handful of party kids from among the tens of millions of students—before, then and after—whose adventures in beer besotted bacchanalia were hardly dissimilar?

As the tale has unfolded, in fact, we haven’t actually heard a thing—-proven, that is—that hasn’t long been par for the course among boozed-up and sex-awakened adolescents. Even the alleged very bad behavior that was the focus of Thursday’s deliberations, which ended in an “he said, she said” tie, surely isn’t some kind of shocking aberration.