Primary Sources

h/t Irish

In history, secondary sources are people from a later time talking about persons, events, and so on. Infinitely preferable are primary sources, which are the people in question themselves, and their contemporaries talking about themselves, and their times and events,  and as they understand them at the time in question, and in their own words.

So in that light, courtesy of a tip in comments, someone - Cult Of The 1st Amendment's blog, in fact - has screen-grabbed the relevant pages from Kavanaugh accuser Christine ("Crissy") Blasey Ford's high school yearbooks, ("SCRIBE"), from 1982-1984, which would correspond to then-Blassey's sophomore through senior years of high school.

That they did so is both remarkable, and fortuitous, because they've been subsequently scrubbed from the Internet, once Ford's fairytales gained traction with the moonbats.
How...convenient. But too slow, progtards. You can't stop the signal, and the internet is forever.

UPDATE: They tried to scrub the above site.
But You Can't Stop The Signal. You Can Never Stop The Signal.
(And if the second site goes away, I grabbed 'em to post myself.)

I simply commend you go there and RTWT.

"On Monday Sept. 17^th, Christine Blasey Ford’s high school yearbooks suddenly disappeared from the web. I read them days before, knew they would be scrubbed, and saved them. Why did I know they would be scrubbed? Because if roles were reversed, and Christine Blasey Ford had been nominated for the Supreme Court by President Trump, the headline by the resistance would be this:

CHRISTINE BLASEY FORD AND THE DRUNKEN WHITE PRIVILEGED RACIST PLAYGIRLS OF HOLTON-ARMS.

And it would be an accurate headline. That’s why the yearbooks have been scrubbed. They are a testament to the incredible power these girls had over their teachers, parents and the boys of Georgetown Prep, Landon and other schools in the area. In the pages below, you will see multiple photos and references to binge drinking and the accompanying joy of not being able to remember any of it.

These yearbooks are, therefore, relevant to the national investigation now being conducted in the media, in homes, and in the halls of Congress. And they should not have been scrubbed. If Brett Kavanaugh’s yearbooks are fair game, so are these.

And you will wonder while reading them, why the hell did the faculty approve of these yearbooks? Why did the parents take out paid ads in these yearbooks? Animal House had nothing on the infamous “Holton party scene”.

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."

I am roughly contemporary with both parties in the situation, and similarly, attended a small religious prep high school, though nowhere near the prep school prestige of the ones in question, ours being both co-ed, and actually religious, as well as over in the provincial left coast, rather than merely ivy-covered and self-importantly "formative" for the East Coast Ivy League universities that think they should run the world.

Suffice it to say that had we contemplated, let alone practiced, the open drunkenness and debauchery proudly proclaimed from the pages of Blassey(-Ford)'s high school days, there would have been a number of show trials, with students, parents, and teachers roasting in literal flames at a stake. It would have been a full-school assembly for the purpose.

The level of casual moral laxity, bigotry, lewdness, drunkenness, and general decadence in the weekly prep school party scene that was clearly the norm in Tidewater prep school culture was something I didn't even see at state university over here in the provincial left coast near the same time, until one dipped into the frat jugheads' sewers, which were mainly a homage to Animal House, except with half the wit and twice the alcohol.

So it becomes clear that when Blassey(-Ford) claims a hazy memory, there was clearly more than her alleged "one beer" involved, but when she says she was afraid of her parents finding out, one can only observe that they clearly never saw her yearbooks for her entire sojourn through high school at a time when them paying tens of thousands of dollars must have been a lot of money. Had mine proclaimed that sort of lifestyle as openly as her Scribe yearbook did, right on the pages in plain sight, the parents and faculty would have taken a flamethrower to the publication, and people would have been expelled, after an Inquisition that would have made Torquemada visibly pale. The faculty Yearbook advisor would have been subjected to thumbscrews, having the skin flayed off in layers, and drowning, screaming, while being subsequently dipped into a vat of bactine or rubbing alcohol, at a school assembly, and his charred remains would have been quartered, and still on a worldwide pilgrimage of known Christendom to this very day, pour encourager les autres. 

Then they'd have gotten pipes and blowtorches, as well as torches and pitchforks, and gone after the party-givers and their parents. The mass graves would be the stuff of legend, had such events ever happened in proximity to my contemporaries.

Conversely, we have Kavanaugh, the product of a Catholic prep school at the same time, regarded then and now as a model of propriety, by every witness (by the literal dozens) they can find, at a time when he was in his teen years, after passing through six proctological FBI background examinations before now, without so much as whiff of scandal or impropriety. That doesn't "just happen".

I've been through one such FBI Special Background Investigation, so let me tell you, the experience has to be seen to be believed.

I therefore have no problem, before even getting to the vague and suspect accusations of an avowed leftard SJW pleading alcohol and PTSD when I say, she's simply making shit up.
Seeing the atmosphere that spawned her during her formative years, it's pretty obvious how she got to be the damaged and defective fabulist she's become, and why she's such a psychological basket case. She wasn't sexually assaulted by a young Brett Kavanaugh, she's simply the product of a toxic upbringing and exposure to things grown adults should avoid, things that were in plain sight by all available evidence.

The unavoidable question isn't what Kavanaugh did or didn't do (which is overwhelmingly "nothing whatsoever that is alleged ever actually happened"); the question is:
"Crissy, where in hell were your parents all those years??"

Her high school years, in the words of her classmates, are exactly how you get such fucked-up and morally defective people, who grow up to become the lunatic fringe of the Democrat Party.

The brighter kids in the day figured that out in about a minute, freshman year.
The ones I still follow from my class have doctorates teaching at military academies, run aerospace multinationals, cable networks, and pastor mega-churches.

The slow learners became a generation of Crissy Fords.

And when someone never learned right from wrong, is it really that surprising that 36 years later, they're social and psychological basket cases, and they still can't tell truth from lies?