I had the - pleasure? - of driving through Jim Jordan territory on the way to see the in-laws last week. It has its occasional moments, including the Neil Armstrong Air & Space Museum in Wapakoneta, and I ate at a diner with pie that was almost as good as I imagine Vicious Babushka’s to be. But it is deep, deep, BLOOD red territory, as red as Ohio gets except maybe around Cincinnati or down by the WV border.

Watch them do the mental gymnastics to excuse the hell out of anything the news reports about Jordan. They will.