Flaily McFails is in rare deform lately. He’s never been able to land a solid punch on Joe Biden so he’s reverted to his default setting, which is to just get crazier and crazier until something appears to stick. But for some reason when you look, talk, and behave like the guy who keeps getting kicked out of the bus station for masturbating to My Little Pony plushies, your opponent’s supposed senility is not really the touchstone issue you need.
Trump’s floundering (and clearly racist) entreaties to suburban women — who are apparently tired of the guy who refuses to wear a mask or otherwise act like a human being — are also falling flat.
So what’s left? Make stuff up, of course.
To be fair, Trump has been doing that his entire life — though his lies have taken on a more political bent over the past five years. But now he’s getting help from the reliably right-wing New York Post, which dropped a steaming turd of a story on the body politic yesterday. I don’t need to summarize it. Plenty of others have picked the carcass clean already, leaving a heap of bleached bones roughly the size and shape of Rudy Giuliani’s erstwhile integrity.
