There are very few things I’m sure of in the latest, and worst, chapter in the Brett Kavanaugh confirmation saga.
It’s like a “Choose Your Own Adventure” book in which every chapter ends with a thud at the bottom of an old well or the clanking shut of a dungeon door.
It’s like a “Choose Your Own Adventure” book in which every chapter ends with a thud at the bottom of an old well or the clanking shut of a dungeon door.












