Raphael Warnock, the Democrats’ great hope of retaking the Senate, is a wife-beater. There’s a video of police coming to his house to stop Warnock from brutalizing his wife. The poor woman cries and tells about the hell she’s been living.
For the millionth time, the brave #MeTooers have zero interest in the story. I still remember wall-to-wall coverage given to a grad student in Canada who slept with a guy in hopes he’d help her get published and, when he didn’t, felt “like completely raped.” There was also the story of some male comedian having an unsuccessful date with a gold-digging woman and then being excoriated on every channel.
The depth of my contempt for #MeToo has no limits. Of course, it’s easy to despise it now but I was nauseated by it from Day 1.