Trying to follow the glacial pace of the perpetually interrupted, aimless questions of Rachel Mitchell was like watching a slow-motion film of a sloth going to sleep. She reminded me of a deeply committed middle-school vice principal trying to get to the bottom of who removed the missing pencils from the supply cabinet. When she finally delivered her final, 23-miles-per-hour knuckleball directly at Ford's ankles, it turned out to be the killer observation that the absolute worst way to respond to Ford's accusation was to have the kind of hearing that the Republicans had devised. !!!!!!