The Great Prognosticator, return'd. Back in February, I think I said something to the effect of this fall's election boiling down to a choice between either Clinton or Romney, which of course had to be slightly amended when Romney pulled out — but, even then, I had great trust in Hillary's political machinations to pull off a nomination. Alas, my prognosticatory reputation is lain in the dust, as I now have to grant that the likelihood of Clinton getting the nomination is, umm, low.

That makes me 0 for 2 in the candidate-prediction department, which is not exactly a stellar record, but I can squeeze that lemon to lemonade: a stopped clock may be right only twice a day, but re: presidential predictions I have a solid, 100% record. I am always, 100%, wrong. Surely this extreme inaccuracy can be turned to something positive.

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Well, I'll come up with something. In the meantime, as a public service, I can reveal the name of the candidate whom my gut tells me we will be calling "Mr. President" next year: John McCain. Note that this is not an endorsement, or anything like it; it's just a gut feeling, and is by definition un-analyzable. (If I analyzed it, it wouldn't be "gut" anymore, right?) So, given my 100% prior record of inaccuracy, I guess that means Mr. Obama should start measuring the Oval Office for new drapes.

Posted by David Fleck at 12 July 2008 08:02 AM