I think the number one source of animosity on Ricochet is when someone is accused of “abandoning their principles” for whatever the current argument might be. You voted for the guy, you didn’t vote for the guy, etc. I admit I am guilty of doing it, and the length of the list of those to whom I have said it makes me uncomfortable. I also admit that the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up when someone accuses me of this, and I guarantee you that I am immediately ready to fight.

So when someone said to me, “Remember, no one cares more about morals and character than all the Republicans indicting Clinton, that is until it is their guy and their shot at power that is on the line, then its Fake News all the way down.”

Horsefeathers. When the Judge Roy Moore “Girls” story broke in the Washington Post, many of us, perhaps most of us, saw a doomed candidate and looked for a way to cancel the election and do another primary. The Democrat Doug Jones was not an acceptable Senator under any circumstances, except to long-time Democrats pretending to be Republicans (yeah, that was intentional) who wanted Jones in the first place. I insisted that we be true to ourselves, because we chose to believe Paula Jones and Juanita Broaddrick over Bill Clinton, and to not believe the “WaPo Girls” would be hypocrisy.

But then, something happened. Where were the “WaPo Girls?” Paula and Juanita were right there in front of the cameras for us to see, and decide for ourselves. To this day, the WaPo Girls exist only in the WaPo story, and WaPo is famous for multiple Fake News stories, plus the DNC Leaks proved that many of their “reporters” were clearing their stories through the DNC.

Then something else happened. The World’s Most Trustworthy And Unbiased Lawyer, Gloria Allred, brought out in her typically ridiculous rock-concert press conference a woman who accused Moore of almost raping her. The crime took place at the back of a restaurant and she even had the smoking gun: a yearbook signed by Moore, with the name of the very restaurant in the signature!

You can ask my friends — I told them it was over. Here are my words, pulled from the emails going around between me and my friends: “Oh well, that’s it, then. That’s definitely his signature. This is the yearbook of the girl Roy Moore attacked. That’s the thread that will cause his story to unravel, I’m afraid. If he drops out, it is too late for Luther Strange to take his place. We get the Democrat.”

Then something else happened: Matt Drudge managed to get a perfect screenshot of the “signature” from the Yearbook, and put it on Drudge Report. My friends, and more importantly, people with a national voice, immediately saw that it was clearly faked. You know it by now: the sevens that didn’t match, the strange letter “e” in the name of the Restaurant, the bizarre “DA” at the end of his “signature”, and so on. When specifically asked about it, Gloria Allred admitted that she didn’t know if it was real, meaning she hadn’t even vetted the “evidence” presented. Since we aren’t allowed to see the yearbook again, and it will not be given to handwriting analysts, we have to conclude it is faked.

I know this is getting long, but … then something else happened: Nobody can hide in today’s society. The woman who supposedly cried her eyes out at Allred’s rock concert … well, it turns out she had been before Judge Moore’s court a few years before, and Judge Moore had signed the court document, except he didn’t, a clerk stamped his signature … followed by the clerk’s initials – you guessed it, “DA.”

Yes, @Valiuth after all that, I can clearly see that I was wrong to dump Moore, and so is everyone else who dumped him, with the exception of those who dumped him because of his Ten Commandments battle, which is not the subject of this post. If curious, one of our contributors has covered that well.

So all of you who cheered when Judge Moore won the Primary because he beat the guy who Trump picked, please go back to cheering, because Roy Moore will be the next senator from Alabama in just three short weeks.

Unless … Something Else Happens…