Do we really want a man consumed with rage, self-pity and hate on the Supreme Court?

I wasn’t in that Maryland bedroom in 1982. You weren’t there.

Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh says he wasn’t there. But after listening to every word uttered by his tearful, yet calm and respectful accuser, Christine Blasey Ford, and Kavanaugh’s combative, weepy refutation, I have no choice…