Sure, I predicted Donald Trump would never run for president (a few days before he rode the Escalator of Destiny) and that Joe Biden was toast (after the media in 2019 finally noticed his habit of creeping on little girls, and his brand seemed moribund when all of his party’s energy was with its socialist wing).
But I still thought I was on terra firma when I repeatedly wrote that Andrew Cuomo would never go willingly. The man struck me as arrogance and entitlement incarnate, and I thought he’d have to be dragged out by his hair. I’m stunned, but happy to be proven wrong.