Tuesday I predicted Hillary Clinton would leave Iowa weaker than she went in, that Barack Obama or John Edwards (but not both) would finish ahead of Ms. Clinton in the caucuses. I predicted the Republican finish would be Mike Huckabee, Mitt Romney, John McCain.
I was not so wrong that I mind taking a lump or two. I was not so right that I can gloat.
Ms. Clinton’s campaign is far weaker this morning than it was 24 hours ago. I was surprised by the size of Mr. Obama’s eight-point margin of victory and Mr. Edwards squeaking into second-place by half a percentage point.
On the GOP side, I was surprised Mr. Huckabee’s margin over Mr. Romney was nine points, although unlike Mr. Huckabee, I don’t see the hand of Jesus in it. I was stunned that Fred Thompson beat John McCain for third (again, by less than half a percentage point). I think no one is more disappointed by that result than Mr. Thompson. In recent days he’s been sounding like a man looking for a reason to drop from the race and now he doesn’t have one. On to New Hampshire, Fred.
Democrats Joe Biden and Chris Dodd did drop from the race Thursday night after each of them failed to break the one percent threshold. Inexplicably, Dems Mike Gravel and Dennis Kucinich and Republican Duncan Hunter – all of whom scored zero in the caucuses – are still “in” it, whatever that means.
Rudy Giuliani, who recently led national polls, finished in sixth place, behind Ron Paul, but supposedly “that’s part of the plan,” same kind of “planning” that put his emergency response center in the number one terrorist target.
New Hampshire predictions tomorrow.

The Power of Belief
I must have been seven years old. My dad was helping me learn to ride a two-wheeler. He held the bike steady as I mounted and found the pedals. Then, holding the frame, he ran along behind as I cruised the sidewalk.
It felt good, I was doing this, but I was apprehensive. “Keep pedaling, keep pedaling, you’re doing great,” Dad said. Then he stopped speaking.
“How’m I doing?…. uh, Dad? …. Dad?” I looked over my shoulder. Dad, using the trick all fathers seem to use, had let go of the frame 30 feet back. I’d been riding all on my own.
Problem was, I didn’t believe it. I believed I was being supported. Belief and reality conflicted, belief won, I toppled onto a lawn.
As is so often – perhaps too often – the case, the truth is what we believe it to be.
In Sunday’s New York Times, historian Eric Foner wrote that January 1 was the 200th anniversary of the prohibition on the importation of slaves into the United States. Today’s news reports the New Jersey legislature is considering formally apologizing that the state ever allowed slavery. If it does, it will join the states of Alabama, North Carolina, Maryland and Virginia, which have enacted similar measures.
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