I cannot swear to you that there is swearing on this show, but there might be.

It's the kind of behavior I engage in.

It's Friday, October 5, 2018, from Slate.

It's the gist, I'm Mike Pasca.

So in the end, through the revelations, the teary testimony, the anger of bottle,

through the presidential praise, fine woman, credible, compelling,

through the presidential put down.

Where was the house? I don't know.

Who was there? I don't know.

From the image of a judge going from family man to calendar keeper,

to beach week organizer, to prodigious vomiter, to UB 40 critic,

to political operative, from callers to sea span,

to women in your workplace, to half of your Twitter feed,

going from tentative to gushing out recounts of past traumas,

to a truncated investigation, to the conjuring of Anita Hill,

to dealing with Avenatti, to contrasting 1991 Chuck Grassley

with 2018 Chuck Grassley.

From the hour between Ford's testimony, Chris Wallace saying Republicans were doomed

to the hours after Kavanaugh's testimony,

wherever conservative said that man was wronged.

From the drama of two senators crammed into a phone booth with the FBI on speaker phone,

to a surprise conditional investigation, to a rush job,

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