Another day, another trove of evidence proving that Brett Kavanaugh was (is?) an out-of-control, angry drunk.
The New York Times is reporting that Kavanaugh was questioned by police in connection with a bar fight when he was a weak-stomached, moderate-drinking fart-virgin at Yale:
As an undergraduate student at Yale, Brett M. Kavanaugh was involved in an altercation at a local bar during which he was accused of throwing ice on another patron, according to a police report.
The incident, which occurred in September 1985 during Mr. Kavanaugh’s junior year, resulted in Mr. Kavanaugh and four other men being questioned by the New Haven Police Department. Mr. Kavanaugh was not arrested, but the police report stated that a 21-year-old man accused Mr. Kavanaugh of throwing ice on him “for some unknown reason.”
A witness to the fight said that Chris Dudley, a Yale basketball player who was friends with Mr. Kavanaugh, then hit the man in the ear with a glass, according to the police report, which was obtained by The New York Times.
The report said that the victim, Dom Cozzolino, “was bleeding from the right ear” and was later treated at a local hospital. A detective was notified of the incident at 1:20 a.m.
I used to drink fairly frequently as an undergraduate student and I 1) never threw anything at anyone, 2) never got hauled in by the police, and 3) never hung out with anyone who made a fellow bar patron’s ear bleed.
But Brett Kavanaugh is a different sort of animal, apparently.
Is it any wonder that Trump picked him? He’s the Anthony Scaramucci of the legal world. (And I realize now that that comparison actually seems a little unfair to Scaramucci.)
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