In case you missed it, earlier this evening Donald Trump spent some time in Mississippi, mocking Christine Blasey Ford, the woman who was allegedly sexually assaulted by Brett Kavanaugh.
Here you go …
And as I watched this, then watched it again, I kept wondering: Where is the voice of my representative?
Where is Dana Rohrabacher?
I’ve asked this before, throughout the embarrassment that is the Donald Trump presidency. I’ve asked it when he mocked John McCain for his time as a POW. I’ve asked it when he suggested a judge of Mexican heritage couldn’t fairly rule on him. I’ve asked it when he promised he could solve the California drought. I’ve asked it when he’s ridiculed overweight females; when he bragged about having sex with women; when he said Ted Cruz’s father was involved in the Kennedy assassination.
On and on and on, I’ve waited for our representative to speak out on Donald Trump’s awful moments. To stand up and say, “Yeah, we’re both Republicans. But this isn’t right.”
Courage means, on occasion, going against your own. Only Dana Rohrabacher never goes against his own. He’s a scared, timid, pathetic little man; a father to daughters who watches from the side as the leader of his party goes to town on an alleged rape victim.
It’s the worst.
The absolute worst.
PS: I just realized—not only is Rohrabacher too scared to stand up to Trump … he actually agrees with him.