Trump's fate is written — if you know where to look

I’m usually glued to the TV when a president, sitting justices, and members of Congress come together in one room — separate branches in one hallowed space, a time capsule played forward from men in powdered wigs.

I’m still blown away that revolutionaries from 250 years ago had the emotional intelligence to predict demagogueries of the future. The complex checks and balances they built, intelligent reflections on hardships long suffered, were nothing short of genius.

The drafters...