Christine Blasey Ford's High School Yearbook

Ford is some woman.  From somewhere.

She is unimportant and inconsequential.

Apparently a professor somewhere.

She is exceedingly privileged, always has been.

She comes from a wealthy family, she went to a private girl's school nearby to a few private boy's schools. She's made herself into a Democrat political activist. She made herself part of the current resistance. In coordination with other political activists, she put herself forward with lame unsubstantiated accusations against a Trump Supreme Court nominee. And she's about to have her butt torn to pieces and the shreds of what's left of it flung to the birds.

She planned her attack. After all, she's a professor and not a total washed up drunk. Democrat but not completely stupid. She had waited for this opportunity, she was ready, prepared with a lie detector test, scrubbed her social media accounts. Story backed up by leaked family-psychiatrist notes.

Even her old High School scrubbed the internet of its yearbooks.

Why?

Because they are ridiculously obscenely incriminating. These are the most damaging yearbooks you'll ever see. Worse than any yearbooks that anyone's ever seen. Why and how such yearbooks get published, how they were approved in the first place, how these girl's parents paid for them, put ads in them, how they manipulated the boys in nearby schools, is all testament to the power and privilege these girls wielded at very early ages, fifteen to seventeen years of age, these girls manipulated every thing every body they came into contact with.

Internet sleuths are amazing. They found these damaging yearbooks and they knew information would be scrubbed, so they copied them. And boy, oh boy, are they ever terrible. Not a single reader can even imagine such things being published. They show outright racism by faculty. They show the school far more interested in fallen down drunk partying than they show interest in education. The photographs are loaded with drunken young women admitting to parting until passing out. Alcohol all over the place. The wilder the party, the better. They brag about this throughout.

The resistance media has been singularly focused on Brett Kavanaugh’s high school yearbooks, which imply that he got drunk and threw up. There’s no need to imply anything from the Holton-Arms yearbooks. It’s all there in focus, and the written word too. All of the sordid details as approved for publication by a “look the other way” faculty. And now it’s available for historical/evidentiary review.

Frustratingly, the faces in the photos are blacked out to protect the guilty. I wish they hadn't done that. Every single one of these girls, now women, need to be shamed. Deeply shamed.

Imagine any one of these photos being in your own yearbook. Just one such photo.  It's impossible. Not allowed. No one would allow it, student, faculty, parent, community. Yet here it is.

And thirty-six years later this woman wants to be believed without any evidence, without any witnesses, without any solid recollection. All she has is a name that she wants to stop, expecting the me-too movement to provide her cover.

Republicans need to make Democrats pay an unhappy steep price for this. Or expect the same thing down the line. The yearbook is named Scribe.

1982 was a particularly wild year and Scribe 82 published multiple pictures of minors drinking heavily, beer cans stacked up, liquor repeatedly glorified, "boys, beer and “the ‘Zoo’ atmosphere”. The caption on the right side of the image mocks the faculty and parents, “Come on, you’re really too young to drink.”

 

The image below is taken from Scribe 84, Blasey’s senior year edition of Scribe. There are two very disturbing examples of racism in it. Bottom right hand corner: 

“At Cheryl’s multi-class party…[Redacted name] came as an uncanny Buckwheat, although she washed the makeup and afro off before the guys showed up.”

 

Much more at the link, WHY CHRISTINE BLASEY FORD’S HIGH SCHOOL YEARBOOKS WERE SCRUBBED at Cult of the First Amendment.