Don't call it the Feinstein Court.
But isn't it? Having cleared the way for Neil Gorsuch, Brett Kavanaugh, and #GloriousACB, Dianne Feinstein has done more to neuter John Roberts than any Federalist Society dweeb ever could.
In fairness, Senate minority leader Chuck Schumer deserves a share of the credit. Schumer trusted three Supreme Court nominations to a sweet old lady one shouldn't even trust with the car keys. But as the late Ruth Bader Ginsburg's sad deterioration on the High Court showed, elder abuse is in the best traditions of the Democratic Party.
The Gorsuch hearings were forgettable. It wasn't until Dr. (DOCTOR!) Christine Blasey Ford came to Feinstein with a gauzy and uncorroborated story about beer and bawdiness that Democrats began to wonder if maybe a woman nearing her ninth decade was in decline. Feinstein sat on the allegations for weeks. Insiders were dumbstruck. Was she playing a long game? Nope. She just forgot about it!
But it wasn't total cognitive collapse that finally did her in with her own party so much as the unforgivable sin of being polite to a Republican. In a fleeting moment of lucidity during the Barrett hearings, Feinstein acknowledged that Lindsey Graham really is a nice young man. She even gave him a great big hug and said kind things about the Barrett brood. What else are 87-year-olds for?
As pinching Lindsey's buoyant cheeks is a capital crime, Schumer finally demanded that Feinstein step down as the Senate Judiciary Committee's ranking member. But Feinstein wouldn't take no for an answer. She literally doesn't know how. So Chuck had to tell her twice.
Is there a Life Alert for DiFi's career? Probably not. So before Schumer slips a children's Benadryl into her pudding and smothers her with a pillow in the Democratic cloakroom, as a final homage for loading the Supreme Court with conservatives, Dianne Feinstein is a 2020 Washington Free Beacon Man of the Year.
