Throughout the electoral chaos of this 2026 midterm cycle, I have consciously neglected my duty to pay attention to the Democratic wave threatening to hit Ohio. Part of the reason for that is it would require me to revisit the single most painfully, memorably incorrect prediction I have ever made in the pages of National Review, back in August of 2025, concerning Sherrod Brown’s potential competitiveness as a 2026 Senate candidate. (Seriously, reading it now is like visiting my younger self as a Dickensian wraith; I want to scream, You have no idea what’s coming, you fool! across time to that author.)
But the other reason I’ve avoided Ohio is that my gag reflex kicks in at the thought of having to write about Vivek Ramaswamy. What can I say? The man just makes my gorge rise, and not without reason. Readers may have forgotten Ramaswamy’s farcical presidential campaign in 2023-24, where he ran as a kamikaze pilot fish attached to Donald Trump (in hopes of an administration gig) — but I was professionally obligated to watch it all. Allow me to recall the impression Vivek made upon me (and America as well) back during those days:
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