than that he’s lying his ass off about it today. Publicly. Even to his handlers. As Charles Pierce has observed,
Here’s the thing about Categorical Denials. They push all your chips to the center of the table. If you're mistaken, or you’ve forgotten, or you did it but you were too sockless hammered to recall the events, you’re just as done as if you were flat-out lying about the whole matter. Certainly, if you’re trying to be a Supreme Court justice, you better hope there isn’t evidence out there that you’ve somehow misplaced in your memory, because peddling untruths in public, and before the Senate, and under oath, is a guaranteed way back to your old job. So, if the woman in question steps up, bravely, and describes in detail what she remembers about the night in question, you can suddenly realize that there isn’t quite as much limb under your feet as you thought there was.But I wouldn’t imagine you can parse that, as advanced as your malignant cerebral trollinoma has become.