Whither Vivekmentum?

Most pundits hate having to eat crow for their bad predictions. Not me.
The hardest part of my job is finding a topic each morning. When the opportunity for an “I’m an idiot” mea culpa presents itself—and there are many such opportunities—that’s an easy day at the office.
I’m going to offer one of those mea culpas here, but my ego demands that we begin with two caveats.