From the Department of Cry Me a River

Poor Bart O’Kavanaugh, beer aficionado and red-faced cryer in the face of credible accusations by multiple women, had his privilege of eating dinner at Morton’s interrupted by protesters who were not too thrilled by his political pronouncements from the bench.

Morton’s, upset that they may have had to forego a little revenue because of the people’s exercise of their free speech rights, decided to turn into Kavanaugh’s spokes-puppet:

“Politics, regardless of your side or views, should not trample the freedom at play of the right to congregate and eat dinner,”

Cry me a fricken river, Morton’s and Justice President of the Keg City Keg Club. You had the minor inconvenience of having people chant in front of where your beloved SCOTUS Legislator was dining, meanwhile children can’t go to school and families can’t go to parades without risking their lives because of the policies of him and his fellow Judicial Activists. And don’t get me started about the fact that red states are starting to hunt pregnant women down like it’s the Hunger Games, also because of him.

Maybe a little inconvenience is exactly what is needed? I mean, it was probably more than a little inconvenient to the white government of Montgomery that their busses were running empty for months, after all.