SHUT UP LINDSEY GRAHAM

| 6:00 pm EDT April 1, 2022
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I have to put these words to print. I must. These are the words reverberating through my head. So here they are: SHUT UP, LINDSEY GRAHAM! That felt good. Non-Senator Lindsey Graham has announced he will be a no vote on Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson. This is not a surprise. The surprise would have been if he’d voted FOR her.

If Graham had left it there, it would have been fine. Except he didn’t. He went on to smear Judge Jackson, smear the Democrats, and unleash a torrent of word-noise that made little sense except to perhaps the cowardice inside his brain.

“I now know why Judge Jackson was the favorite of the radical left.”

“Her record is overwhelming in its lack of a steady judicial philosophy.”

“My decision is based upon her record of judicial activism.”

“Here’s where we’re at in 2022. The only person qualified to go to the Supreme Court as an African American woman is a liberal.”

“You can be equally qualified as a conservative, but you need not apply because your idealogy disqualifies you.”

I have something to say in response to Lindsey Graham. I don’t do this too often, but his horrific and hateful words merit a response from this writer.

Mr. Graham. It is painfully obvious you are not a happy person. I say “painfully” because your morose sulking is annoying to watch. And I have news for you. Judge Jackson will soon be Justice Jackson, which I imagine keeps your racist self up at night, but you can do nothing about it.

You are an embarrassment to your title. Like the sea, you’re eternally unquiet, but UNLIKE the sea; there is nothing mysterious about your crabby ebb and flow. You’ve become a joke, a punchline, the symbol of what NOT to do in the Senate. You put labels on a woman whose brilliance you could only dream of possessing, whose sparkle you could not replicate in a million years.

You are a piece of petrified wood, floating aimlessly, lost in your manufactured rage, while ego keeps you from acting like a damn adult and doing your job. You will soon say hello to Justice Jackson, Mr. Graham. There is nothing you can do about it — nothing at all.