by J.B. Shurk
The first presidential debate is next Tuesday, and I don’t see Biden surviving. His campaign has been playing “hide the Crypt-Keeper” since spring, occasionally proving to the public that he’s still ticking by having him tussle with a teleprompter while “objective journalists” participate in make-believe interviews. Biden’s cognitive decline is now so steep that he begins reading pre-written answers to pre-written questions, forgets what he’s doing halfway through, and settles for stringing syllables together that sound English-y in a non–native speaker sort of way. He is a man forever in search of a thought but finding none, while the press corps propping up his campaign pretends otherwise. All I hear when Old Joe speaks is Grampa Simpson saying, “If I’m not back at the home by nine, they declare me legally dead and collect my insurance.” That might be his best excuse for getting out of the debate in Cleveland. If America sees the real “Sundown” Joe after dusk, this race is over.