Jeffrey Blehar writes for National Review Online about Democrats’ rush to distance themselves from Maine Senate candidate Graham Platner.
So now after Independence Day, just in time for final calls to be made by Democratic Top Men, out comes the confirmation from Politico that Graham Platner’s repulsive sexual aggression in human relationships is not merely confined to Republican operatives like ex-girlfriend Lyndsey Fifield, or burglars (whom he once promised to rape, “but not in a gay way,” presumably more like a Viking), or even his new wife (whom he was stepping out on with multiple sexting relationships on Kik as recently as last August).
No, we finally have the Democratic nail in the coffin, testimony from a Mainer named Jenny Racicot who was in a long-term relationship with Platner. No “D.C. operative” she, not like those who promoted and claimed to know Platner best, those Ivy League progressive Democratic Socialists searching for “blue-collar authenticity” over beers at Tune Inn. Racicot is just a normie Democrat local in Maine, who claims to have been raped by Platner, who — according to her — drunkenly broke into her house a few years ago to force himself upon her. …
… Democrats are now rushing — at this incredibly late hour, Swalwell-like — to un-endorse him. (Among those is perpetually beset Arizona Senator Ruben Gallego, who between this and his bosom buddy Swalwell seems to make the most curious of Capitol-area friends.) And, of course, the darker truth is that Democratic grandees have known about this for months if not years. The Jenny Racicot story was in fact part of the bait that the New York Times used to lure Lyndsey Fifield onto the record to advance the — whispered about, but still verboten in progressive spaces — reputation that Platner has long had in D.C. (note: not Maine) as an aggressively braggadocious rapey bartender-type.
