On Sunday, I wrote a column entitled, “Governors’ Races Prediction: Dems Win Again.” Sometimes in life, a disaster we’re imagining never comes true and we feel silly and then relieved. This is just such a moment for me.
I had thought the Dems and their nasty-machine would do the same exact dirty deeds they’ve done for decades now.
It is without any ambiguity that I say right now, here, that I was It is wrongI was wrong. I was not just minor-league wrong … no … I was WRONG. False
I was incorrect, mistaken, erroneous, flagrant, miserable, lacking, odious, crappy, atrocious, horrendous, damnable, flawed, detestable, and so many more … gnarly, disgustingly and every other contemptible adjective to describe my wrongness.
But I feel great.
After the Trump election, it was one of those nights that you will never forget.
Should Ciattarelli’s shocker in New Jersey hold, we’re then talking complete annihilation in November 2022.
Being wrong never felt so good.
After the despondency of 2020’s absurd, surreal election, we all need to really savor this one. This is something to celebrate. This should be celebrated. This is what we did.
And there’s so much more we have to do. And there’s too much at stake for us to lose. Onward & UpwardPlease!!
