Not even two days since testi-lying under oath to Congress, fake-rape victim Brassy Fraud lied within moments of opening her mouth to the Senate Judiciary Committee, and with virtually every statement she made.
As we told you last week, Gateway Pundit was all over this like white on rice:
Brassy Fraud lied about her professional and educational status. There's no record of a doctorate nor licensure as a psychologist anywhere in the records of the state of California.
She lied about the remodel and additional front door that supposedly necessitated couples therapy, where she pulled Kavanaugh's name out of her ass; the remodel was completed years before her sudden Kavanaugh recollection moment, which actually occurred just as presidential candidate Romney put his name out there as a possible SCOTUS pick, in 2012. The door was put in in 2007-8.
She lied about her "fear of flying" and claustrophobia, since she's flown around like a rock star, for years, apparently suffering no ill effects of the experience until there's a candidate about to join SCOTUS who would undo her pet Leftard cause.
This is on top of the lies about Kavanaugh, and an imaginary party, which are not he said/she said, but rather she said, and every alleged witness, five of them, in fact, including her lifelong female friend, all deny ever took place anywhere, anytime, in any way.
Her response to that last, under oath, was to throw her friend under the bus on national television, insinuating that her friend's "health issues" were so severe that it has caused her to lose her mind, and all memories that would substantiate Brassy Fraud's recockulous allegations. Like it does. Said no one telling the truth, ever.
"Ah, but the strawberries! That's where I had them! They laughed and called me names, but I proved beyond the shadow of a doubt and with geometric logic..."
In the hamster-wheel recesses of her swiss-cheese mind, Professor Catlady Brassy Fraud is telling the truth, and everyone else is lying. How...convenient.
So when the FBI 302s detailing these realities come to light, and are presented to the Senate Judiciary without commenting nor making a conclusion about what happened sometime in the summer of 1982, somewhere in Maryland, any such imaginary and unreported crime which became moot, and unprosecutable in any way 35 years ago, when the misdemeanor statute of limitations expired even in the highly unlikely event that anything whatsoever the deranged pussyhat moonbat serial liar alleged ever happened in reality, we can but hope that Chairman Chuck Grassley remembers that the Senate has within its power the ability to refer federal perjury charges to the FBI and the United States Attorney for the District of Columbia, particularly in a case that happened less than a week ago, under oath, before Congress, and in front of the entire nation on live TV. If a blogger can uncover this much in less than 48 hours, surely the investigative powers of the FBI can stumble over it in a week, right? RIGHT...???
And we'd also like a pony, and world peace, the winning powerball lotto ticket, and the cell phone number of Playmate of the year.
We leave it to the readership to judge which will likely happen first.
UPDATE: To those of you who think "nothing will happen", nota bene: Chuckles has apparently reached the point of "This sh*t isn't funny any more." and invoked the long-standing "Fake an allegation, go to federal pound-you-in-the-@$$-prison" Rule.
We did, indeed, laugh out loud in response.
Cue the Leftard shrieking in 3, 2, ...