When I wrote about Donald Trump's prospects to win the Republican nomination it was just before the New York primary, and he had just lost three states in a row. I did the math and concluded that he had a shot at winning the nomination outright, but that it would come down to the wire on June 7.
Since then there has been a very interesting new development: The Donald won New York, and every primary since then. Not just won, but totally destroyed Cruz and Kasich, winning 285 of the 300 available delegates across seven states. If he were anyone else, it would be over. A slam dunk.
Because he's not anyone else, it's not quite over. Ted Cruz seems not to have made his peace with the fact that Donald Trump will, almost certainly, be the nominee. Today he called Trump a "pathological liar," "utterly amoral," "a narcissist at a level I don't think this country's ever seen" and "a serial philanderer." What he hopes to accomplish with these attacks at this point is a tad unclear.
I am flabbergasted. Before New York, Trump was ahead, but his path to the magic 1237 number was tenuous, and I was confident that, at the very least, California would matter. I was even looking forward to a contested convention just because it's a lot more fun to watch a drama when you don't already know the ending. But (spoiler alert) Donald Trump is (almost certainly) going to be the Republican nominee. If we were denied the nomination now, it would be the end of the Republican party. (It might be the end of the party anyway. A boy can dream.)
I would be more sanguine about Trump's chances (or lack thereof) in the general election if I hadn't been so utterly and completely wrong about his prospects in the primaries. When he first announced, I, like so many others, wrote him off as a joke. But Trump is no joke. If I were a Muslim living in America, I'd be very, very worried.