French was the “Never Trump Republicans who can fit into in a phonebooth” gang’s candidate for President until he found out he hadn’t convinced his wife to vote for him, then they switched to Beldar Conehead, who went by the Earth name of Evan McMullin and got about as far. He writes for National Review, a once great mag under Bill Buckley which has now declined into nothingness as the subsidized rag of the Chamber of Commerce and their acolytes.
Correct and succinct. Rich Lowry flew it into the ground.