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Editorial: Senate’s Refusal to Confirm “Baltimore Streaker” to the Supreme Court Proves the System Works

Maybe the American Experiment might work after all?

In the midst of partisan rancor, the Senate came together to unanimously (and rightly) deny the confirmation of Brett Kavanaugh after reports surfaced that the would-be Justice was arrested in 2012 for running onto the field during the Baltimore Orioles’ 2012 home opener, wearing only his underwear and a cape. He repeated this unpatriotic behavior when the Patriots visited the Ravens that same fall. His Batman-themed boxer-briefs were a disgrace to both his professional reputation and to the Dark Knight, who most assuredly would not have gotten caught. How Kavanaugh advanced as far as he did with these blemishes on his resume, we’ll never know.

Republicans’ attempt to fast-track Kavanaugh to a lifetime judgeship already seems like a lifetime ago. Now he’ll spend the rest of his days trying to live down the fact that he delayed two sporting events by nearly seven minutes combined.

But did the Senate act too harshly? Kavanaugh is known as a keen legal mind, a strict constitutionalist who could put aside his personal political views to decide cases using only his intellect, legal scholarship, and countless unexamined biases that align with a conservative worldview. Is a few minutes’ bad behavior really enough to undo an entire career? 

Speaking as a law-abiding American patriot, Mr. Kavanaugh is at the very least guilty of criminal trespassing. Speaking as an O’s season-ticket holder since the days of Cal Senior, I didn’t consent to watch Judge Kavanaugh run around in his skivvies at Camden Yards. A man with such flagrant disregard for the law, common decency, and a roster poised to take the Orioles deep into the playoffs, has no place on the highest court in the land.

And speaking as a father of daughters, running onto the field in his underwear makes him sound like kind of a creep.