Donald Trump and the Clouseau Democrats – WSJ

Even this understates the degree of malpractice. Mr. Biden apparently wants to make his party fight, perhaps all the way through Election Day, over how bad his condition is. Is he senile or not? Is he up to the job or not? And that s just week one. In weeks two, three and four come the intraparty recriminations about who kept Joe s condition from whom, whether his family is too attached to the perks of office, who should get the shiv if Mr. Trump wins in November.

The Trumpians, who would have been counted out little more than two years ago, discover now they only have to shut up while Democrats manufacture round-the-clock free TV ads for the Trump campaign, arguing over whether their own candidate is fit for office.

Mr. Trump, whose defining political quality has been his bottomless cynicism about the game of politics, must be astonished (as the rest of us should be) by the willingness of institutions like the FBI and media to self-obliterate their reputations. Add the CIA. Mr. Biden s own Justice Department, on the eve of his next election, was obliged to acknowledge the lie that secured his last election. The claim by 51 intelligence veterans about Hunter s laptop being a Russian plant, the department special counsel asserted during Hunter s gun trial, was a conspiracy theory with no supporting evidence.

A conclusion is hard to escape: America suffers from an incompetent leadership class. Its problem isn t ruthlessness but softness, its inability to deal with the world without a media that constantly lies to make it feel better about itself. This includes, as I ve documented in this column, pretending the collusion episode never happened so as to avoid taking into account its effect on voters who might otherwise be won back to the Democratic cause.

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You can almost see the hand of God getting Trump elected. That’s if God is somehow causing the Dems to act as stupidly as they are. It’s less a matter of Trump playing 4D chess than it is the Dems throwing the pieces at each other. Ok, it probably not God.

Holman Jenkins.