American politics these days almost makes you want to hide out in your basement, avoiding, for instance, a televised debate in which President Joe Biden took on former President Donald Trump with an indecipherable jumble of words making just one point, namely that he had no idea what he was talking about.
Soon enough, a mighty gang of fellow Democrats, even including Barack Obama, his former boss, said that it was time for Biden to give up aspirations for another term that could instead deliver another term to troublesome Trump. Biden said go away, leave me alone, cut it out until the pride-stifling bombardment beat him to a pulp and he surrendered.
By then, of course, there had been another pre-election incident putting ordinary political hijinks to shame, a sickening attempt to assassinate Trump as he was speaking to an outdoors crowd in Butler, Pa. Preparing for a GOP convention in Milwaukee, Wis., nominating him for the asserted sake of national greatness, he turned his head an inch or so just in time to suffer a wound to an ear instead of having his brain blown to pieces.
“Fight, fight, fight,” he yelled back at intruders on his dreams, including, of course, this fatally accosted shooter whose bullets had dreadfully killed an innocent man in the Trump crowd. This guy had easily sneaked past insufficiently directed federal security guards, thereby miserably failing to instill any trust in Washington, D.C.
