In late August 2018 … around midnight … I was driving down a rural road to my place in Virginia when a young woman around eighteen years old literally ran into the road to stop my car. It was Saturday night and I had been at a ballroom dance I’d been attending a couple times a month.
I was near my place when the girl sprinted into the road, frantically waving her arms. She was beautiful — Megan Fox with blonde hair. She was also with a guy around her same age. He hung back behind her furiously texting on his phone.
I slowed down and asked her what was wrong.
“We got stranded at a party,” she said. “Can you give us a ride back to Washington, D.C.?”
Something was weird. Who in the year 2018 got stranded at a party out in the country twenty miles from home? In a world with smartphones, Uber, buses, electric bikes, etc., who got stuck like that?
And like a unexpected intervention, I felt a warning — from Charles McCarry. It may have just been that I had read his books …, but I suddenly felt like Paul Christopher, the protagonist in McCarry’s books. Christopher is a spy for the CIA and can sense when something, even something small, is not quite right.
Christopher knows that many members of the CIA are corrupt, he doesn’t really like Republicans but absolutely detests liberals. … Here’s what he says about the media: “In late twentieth-century Washington … a certain politicized segment of the news media exercised many of the functions belonging to the secret police in totalitarian countries.”
With all that in the back of my mind from years of reading, I just shook my head, rolled up the window and drove on. I left the “stranded” couple behind. …
The author was a school friend of Brett Kavanaugh — oh!
Two weeks later, my world exploded. In the middle of September 2018 the left launched an attack against me and my high school friend Brett Kavanaugh, who had been nominated for the Supreme Court. Using oppo research, B-actors, witness tampering, lies, and the Stasi media, liberals peddled the false charge that Brett sexually assaulted a girl named Christine Blasey [Ford] when we were in high school in the early 1980s.
An early rumor claimed that Brett and I had crossed state lines with underage girls when we were seventeen. It was garbage, but I noticed that had I given those kids a ride home two weeks earlier, I would have gone from Virginia into Washington. I would have crossed state lines. It’s Oliver Stone territory here, I know. I’d dismiss it if every person I asked about it hadn’t said it was an obvious honey trap.
Leftist activists tried to bully me into testifying against my friend, who was innocent. … This included a phone message I got on September 24, a creepy voice that threatened me if I did not play ball.
The plot failed. I think the stranded bombshell beauty may have been a honey trap, someone used to lure a political victim in and then burn him with some bogus charge. The guy she was with would have been a “witness” to some staged crime.
Yes, it sounds paranoid. I have described the episode to friends and contacts I have, including ones in the intelligence community, and to a person they have all responded the same way: They told me that I was being set up.
In fact, when I argued it could have been a coincidence, a few of them have laughed out loud. “Two weeks before Ford, and following six weeks where you were followed by opposition researchers? Get real. They didn’t have anything on you so they had to create it. It was a honey trap. She would have screamed that you tried something, and her buddy would have snapped a couple of pictures.”
Modern politics, so medieval.