No matter what happens Tuesday, this is going to be a really bad month. I cannot imagine a scenario where it won’t be.
I wish I could say that I felt confident about my Presidential election prognosticating skills, but my record in recent years has been no better than that of a coin-flipper: I thought Romney would defeat Obama, who had shown himself to be a weak and feckless POTUS (and Mitt would have, if hee were not such a weenie); I was pretty certain we were going to be stuck with Hillary in 2016 too. I assumed that Biden would win in 2020 between Democratic cheating and the pandemic destruction of, well, just about everything, but I also expected Trump to end up as Herbert Hoover: the closeness of the election surprised me.
Pollsters, at this point, should just admit they have no idea what they are doing and give up. My faith in the American public and American political culture tells me that Trump should win, and would win handily if so many impressionable people hadn’t been brainwashed into believing he is Dracula while so many women are apparently more interested in killing unborn babies at will than the Bill of Rights and trivia like that. I still believe, or want to believe, that a Presidential campaign offering someone as obviously incompetent and dishonest as Kamala Harris cannot possibly prevail offering nothing but hatred and fear of the opposing candidate, especially after the debacle of Biden’s term. But maybe Abe Lincoln was wrong after all. If so, we are in very, very serious trouble.
In other more upbeat news, a poll of baseball fans in The Athletic showed that my view in this post is that of the majority as well:
Enough from me: now you’re on. I’ll be checking in periodically to spam the unauthorized comments of Denver Dave, A Friend, and any other banned commenters, so don’t take the bait if they show up.











