After an underwhelming performance in Iowa, Ron DeSantis might have pivoted to face-saving measures to prevent the narrative, now taking form in Washington and Tallahassee, that he’s a Scott Walker-style political loser. DeSantis, who is only 45, could easily embark on a path that would set him up for a viable career in the Senate, say, or a cushy posting atop a conservative think tank, or perhaps another presidential run in 2028. Instead, his team is assuring donors and supporters that he’s taking his death march onward to New Hampshire, South Carolina, and then Super Tuesday, unfazed by the prospect of further tarnishing his political brand. DeSantis is either munching his normal pills or simply falling victim to political delusion. Even his wife and confidante, Casey, seemed to grasp the gravity of the loss in Iowa. She stood off to the side, away from the cameras, as he talked about punching his ticket to New Hampshire.