The best morsel of political advice I can offer? If you catch even the faintest whisper that you might be nominated for the vice presidency, make for the hills. Run as fast as Paul Ryan pretends to. Your reputation depends on it. Maybe your sanity, too. The veep nod befouls everything. It's a cruel pivot. One minute, you're a largely respected, minimally dissected public servant sitting on some harmless commission or tending to some humdrum state.