THREE WEEKS TO GO . . .

and the curtain is falling on Cackles

Last Saturday night I had, well, just a feeling. No great new evidence had surfaced that day, or even the day before. There was no “news.” No “October Surprise.” Instead, I just felt, as they would say in “Star Wars,” a “great disturbance in the Force.” A shift.

Somehow I knew that a close race in which Trump was nevertheless winning was suddenly breakin…