A few days ago at the New York Times, Bret Stephens published one of the most jinx-prone, fate-tempting bits of punditry we’ll ever see. Headline: “Donald Trump Is Finally Finished.”

That’s the political equivalent of a teenager declaring “Jason is finally dead” near the end of a Friday the 13th movie.

In my mind’s eye I see a tall man with a machete creeping up behind Stephens as the column is filed, an orange spray tan on his neck unmistakable below his hockey mask.

Maybe I can top Stephens, though. What if I were to tell you that Republican election denialism is now past its prime and will never regain the currency it had circa January 6, 2021?