The evolution of impeachment, or this time we’ll be pining for a sticky Gap dress
Like everything else in Trumpian Washington, impeachment would make previous iterations seem both sane and dignified.

On the morning of Wednesday, Jan. 21, 1998, I did what I’d been doing every morning since I’d started just weeks earlier on the desk at United Press International in Washington, D.C., two blocks from the White House. I went to Starbucks on 14th Street, ordered a coffee and started rea...
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