If I can revive the Austin-Boston axis for a moment, may I advise our Lone Star friends that they can provide all the chapters and verses they want to prove that the lovely and talented Wendy Davis is a lying self-promter in pink tennis shoes.
Minus the tennis shoes, so was Elizabeth Warren. Who is now the Senior Senator from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
[I]t turns out that part of Wendy Davis’s tale is fictionalized and the rest is told selectively.
She was divorced when she was 21, not 19, which wouldn’t matter, except maybe for the fact that she testified to it in federal court. But single teen mother fits so much better in a headline. It also wouldn’t be worth mentioning that she really only lived in a trailer for a few months—if she had actually been raised in poverty. Wendy’s family was middle-class, it turns out. Other details about her upbringing were also fudged. Her parents divorced, true, but her dad remained in her life. As for her mother’s supposed sixth-grade education, that was hard to square with recently unearthed yearbook photos of her in high school.
Wendy’s own marital history isn’t the feminist saga embraced by the media. After divorcing her first husband, she married a friend of her father’s, a man 13 years her senior named Jeffrey Davis. She had a child with him and then left both her daughters—Davis’s and her first husband’s—in his care while she went off to school.
Jeff Davis paid her tuition at TCU and Harvard—cashing in his retirement savings to do so—but Wendy apparently met someone at Harvard and the couple divorced. Jeffrey cited adultery in his original divorce petition. The final decree makes no mention of that, but a judge awarded Jeffrey custody of their daughter. The other one elected to stay with him.
“It was ironic,” Wendy’s second ex-husband told Wayne Slater. “I made the last [tuition] payment, and it was the next day she left.”
Look, who am I to people how to vote? I voted for Jimmy Carter. Twice. But I do think people should be acquainted with they candidates for whom they vote. Elizabeth Warren slipped into and out of her entirely fabricated Indian identity like it was a terry bathrobe. Her casual and intermittent ethnic impersonation struck some of those who were the real thing as “spiritual genocide” (oversensitive, perhaps, but walk a mile in their moccasins). In supporting abortion, Wendy Davis is in favor a rather more real genocide, though one the Supreme Court has managed to find protected by the Constitution.
That’s enough to win her the majority of women and liberals—hopefully not a majority of the Texas electorate. A few lies, whoppers, howlers, and resume embellishments won’t dissuade her Democrat base. In fact, the more absurd the lie, the more likely they are to believe it. Like our fellow Bay Staters who believed that someone whiter than Taylor Swift was Sacagawea on the inside. On the basis of cheekbones.
Hey, if we believe the president was born in Hawaii (and we do, we do), we’ll believe anything.