In March 31 of this year, the center-right Pulitzer-winning journalist Kathleen Parker opened a piece in The Washington Post with the following: 

Christine Blasey Ford is promoting her new memoir to acclaim from certain quarters, including a glowing review by the New York Times. Meanwhile, the man she accused of being a witness to her alleged sexual assault by now-Supreme Court Justice Brett M. Kavanaugh more than 40 years ago can’t get his own book reviewed or even mentioned by mainstream newspapers.

The man Parker describes who couldn’t get his book mentioned is me. I am the person Christine Blasey Ford falsely accused of witnessing her assault at the hands of  Brett Kavanaugh. It was the biggest story in the country in 2018. In 2022 I published a book about the experience called The Devil’s Triangle: Mark Judge vs the New American Stasi. In it I uncover the extortion, witness tampering, and oppo research plot to ruin the life of me and my friend.

The Devil’s Triangle was not reviewed in The Washington Post. I was not contacted for a profile, even though the Post had spent 2018 hunting  me down, going through my high school yearbook, and cross-examining everyone I ever dated. Finally, Kathleen Parker had enough. Yet even after her rebuke to her own colleagues, The Washington Post would not touch my book, 

I relive all of this because the Post has just published a massive deep dive in its new leadership and its continual financial woes. Without getting into the deep weeds of the story here are the basics: the Post has new British leadership because owner Jeff Bezos is tired of burning through $100 million a year to prop up left-wing propaganda that nobody reads. The Post staff are not happy about the new editors.

This is the same staff that hunted me like an animal and now crud as if my revelatory, damning book does not exist.

Would Woodward and Bernstein ignore The Devil’s Triangle? They would not. If would be unthinkable to them.

Do I want to sell books? Of course. Do I tend to relive the trauma of 2018 to the point where friends are telling me to move on? I do. I also have survived after an ordeal that kills most people via a GoFundMe. I take all the criticism and try to honestly reflect on it. 

However, I can’t help but feel that The Washington Post ignoring The Devil’s Triangle is a signal and seminal event in the story of the modern failure of the paper. (I also feel that my warning that the left would oppo research not just me but SCOTUS justices had come true.) I am a Washingtonian whose family traced its history in the city to 1915. That’s when my grandfather Joe Judge was drafted to play professional baseball for the Washington Nationals. His son, my father, spent a career at National Geographic, a Washington institution. My brother Michael won the Helen Hayes Award for the Best Actor in Washington. The British Spectator, in describing me and Washington, called me “the city incarnate.” I went to Catholic University in D.C, fell in love in the city, worked in the restaurants and bars and shops here and in 2018 was drafted into becoming pivotal figure in a Washington drama that changed the course of American history. I then write a book that is part memoir about me and the city and part expose on the politics corruption of the left. 

And The Washington Post ignores it. 

This isn’t just ideology. It isn’t just malice. It’s incompetence on a level that can destroy a newspaper. It’s why the Post will lose another $100 million  this year. They are like a drug addict that is beyond help.

It has now been over two months since Kathleen Parker, in the very pages of The Washington Post, called her colleagues out. Their dismissal of her is why readers continue to stay away. There is probably no saving the paper now.