Brett Kavanaugh, the drunken muppet and sex-pest, spent a few hours yesterday weepily lashing out against those who would dare challenge his caucasian male authority. You probably saw it on the news. While Kavanaugh’s angry tears and professions of love for beer were somehow in service of getting him a job on this nation’s highest court, the Instagram account of the Safdie brothers’ Elara Pictures has posited an alternate reality. In this kinder, gentler universe shown above, Kavanaugh’s weeping comes as the much more just result of being interrogated by Samuel L. Jackson’s righteous Pulp Fiction hitman and bad ass motherfucker Jules Winnfield.
In the real world, of course, Kavanaugh’s sniveling, pathetic act comes not from a place of fear but of indignant privilege. All this rotten spectacle will end not with comeuppance, but almost certainly a lifetime appointment for Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court. There he will have decades to spend remaking the country as he and his keepers see fit, all the while extracting revenge on the perceived conspirators who tried to deny him his seat.
At least we can take some solace knowing what happens next to Brett in the movie.
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