To paraphrase an old Richard Pryor joke, “Who are you going to believe? Me, or your own lying eyes?”
Since the presidential debate last week, the leaders of the Democratic Party, in full 5-alarm fire mode, want us to believe we didn’t see what we saw.
“It was just a cold.”
“Everybody has an off night.”
“Ok, so it wasn’t his best performance.”
“All presidents have one bad debate.”
“You’re not going to judge 52 years of public service by 90 minutes of a lousy debate, are you?”
“He’s 81! What do you expect? You’ll be 81 someday!”
“He’s not a quitter. He’s all in. This is Scranton Joe we’re talkin’ about!”
“Yeah. Sure. The debate was a disaster. So what?”
These answers are all malarkey. That’s probably because we are asking the wrong question when we ask “What are we going to do about Joe?”