From Album 5

It’s nice to know you can count on one thing: William Kristol will always — always — be utterly wrong. There must be an extra dose of lead in his crystal ball, sufficient to further dull the dim bulb and sick music box that serve as his muse. He could be the anti-oracle. Station him in some suitable location — a combination gas station/Taco Bell/KFC/video poker parlor/roadside casino (or, I don’t know, a Trump branded resort?), and let people approach seeking answers and/or enlightenment. Then, whatever he says, they’ll know to do the exact opposite.

Because his record is beyond random chance. It’s punditry in reverse…