Impeachment was on my mind because on the day he was inaugurated, our new president had already: confessed to grabbing women’s genitalia, stoked bigotry against Mexicans and Muslims, encouraged his supporters to “knock the crap” out of protesters, bilked ordinary Americans with his fraudulent “Trump University,” mocked a disabled reporter, asked Russia to intervene in our election, and lied about things big and small in a way that appeared pathological.

The past month of congressional testimony did not teach me Trump was unfit to be president; it confirmed what ample evidence had already established.

And so, yes, from Day One I wanted Trump impeached. If other Democrats and never-Trump conservatives are being honest, many felt the same way. In most columns, this is where the writer would express a measure of contrition for admitting his support of impeachment long before any impeachment hearing began. But I’m not contrite. Or ashamed. I’m elated.