The fine people at Mediaite have an excellent ‘splainer braiding together the threads of onetime James O’Keefe comrade Nadia Naffe, her harassment complaint against him, the “night in the barn,” her upcoming tell-all, and other assorted completely unhilarious doings. They are better men than your editrix, who can barely read Naffe’s original harassment complaint without a long pull of Pepto and a Silkwood shower.
In very brief sum, Naffe (who had previously sued the RNC for a racially charged hostile work environment, because duh) was working with O’Keefe to attempt to wiretap Democratic Rep. Maxine Waters; she went to New Jersey to meet with him; and after drinking some beer found she couldn’t really use her legs? She wanted to go home, O’Keefe wouldn’t take her to the train station (and at this point she couldn’t walk), and when she finally threatened to call the police, he came with some total creepazoid who stood silently in the shadows, until eventually she awoke in Penn Station.
Later, gentlemanly O’Keefe started harassing her through friends and intermediaries, which provided the basis for her charges.
Conservative legal blogger “Patterico” explains that a judge not finding probable cause for harassment charges is prima facie evidence that there was no harassment. The judge in question, however, specifically says the opposite; that he is merely unable to determine that O’Keefe was under his jurisdiction in Westwood, New Jersey, at the time the alleged harassment occurred (despite the fact that he was ordered to remain there by another court). He suggests instead she retain an excellent lawyer for a civil suit. Patterico:
The court repeatedly said that he could not find anything in her certification that sounded like harassment, and she confirmed that she had not been threatened or touched[.]
The judge himself says, repeatedly, that harassment can consist of good old fashioned words, but maybe Patterico is not a very good lawyer? Plus also too, if Naffe was drugged, that’s not harassment. It’s assault, and possibly attempted murder. But Patterico would rather build a lovely strawman for his fellows to pinata about, and so is focusing instead on whether O’Keefe tried to rape her — if he did, she hasn’t yet said so, but has implied some shenanigans via Twitter. (Those shenanigans may have been just the drugging and the holding her captive, which is sort of an ongoing theme of Young Master O’Keefe’s. You do remember that stupid boat caper, the original plan for which O’Keefe’s other penitent accomplice swears called for the boat to sail so the reporter would be trapped and unable to leave … or even “unlawfully imprisoned,” if you wanna get all legal about it.)
Andrew Breitbart, via Tweet, sympathized with Naffe, who says she had called him for help while she was trapped in the barn: “There is no ‘rape plot’, you slanderous, libelous wannabe Media Matters smear junkie.”
Others throughout the blogosphere are outraged at Naffe’s suggestion that she was roofied; they suggest she was just plain old drunk; your editrix has been dosed a time or three herself, and while at the time there is confusion and you don’t really realize what’s happened, once it’s over you know exactly what did. Drinking a beer (or even five!) does not usually result in loss of muscle function and an inability to move. It is very, very different (and easily distinguishable) from the effects of alcohol (even a lot of it!) — but it does take a few hours once one’s head has cleared to realize that what happened wasn’t just your typical Tuesday morning Mel Gibson Breakfast.
Your editrix hereby lifts all injunctions in this and only this post against ideating upon the painful death of James O’Keefe, as long as it contains no actual or credible threats. Go for it dudes. Have fuckin’ at it. [NadiaNaffe, via Mediaite]