Can we all revel in the amazing fashion in which this Whelan cunt decided he was gonna take a break from his work at an organization that LITERALLY HAS THE WORD ETHICS IN THE NAME so he could put his prodigious skill at using his thinking meats to resolve this whole Kavanaugh being accused of having been a rapey prep school kid... so he musta sat there for hours--periodically passing out from forgetting to breathe due to the awesome mental exertions he was undergoing I assume--before it hit him: what if she confused Bratt for another rapey prep school kid they went to school with?!?!
So at this point he probably had to go clean crap out of his underwear--you'll see why I'm assuming his intellect is so perfectly an antonym for the word "intellect" soon--and realized he could just look through a yearbook and squint and find the guy, and after another two full changes of underwear and a brief trip to the E.R. to remove a fork from his eye, he spotted this dude who kinda looked enough like Brett he thought.
Oh, and his name is familiar, neat! It's all falling into place nicely, watch out Sherlock Holmes, I'm coming for your job once I find out what it is!
So rather than doing literally two seconds of research into who this guy is, he just blurts that shit out on twitter like he was the fucking president or something--sorry pal, your diapers aren't big enough for that job yet--so half of twitter ends up tripping over itself into a big cursing pile as they rush to point out THAT THIS GUY WAS ONE OF THE DUDES WHO SIGNED THE LETTER SAYING KAVANAUGH WAS A COOL GUY, and just for extra hilarity, Ford chimes in to say that she actually knows that guy, and there is no way she could possibly confuse the two of them.
I'm honestly amazed that Whelan hasn't choked to death on his tongue or a house plant or accidentally tripped and faceplanted into a jet engine after somehow wandering onto an active runway, dude is making Trump look clever as shit despite having no idea how legal allegations work, or why someone might not rush straight to the FBI as a distraught teenager in the early 80's... and that is truly a mighty feat.