There Is No Bottom, Part The Ugh.

“At this point, I don’t think Joe Biden is on the ballot. I think we are, as a nation. We have a very clear choice in five weeks, what we love in common? Do we love democracy, do we love the rule of law and if we don’t, we have to head off that cliff, totally. It wasn’t a chaos raid last night, it was a Donald Trump chaos raid. He caused this and I don’t think we served the country well by pretending the process is broken or this was a ‘dumpster fire.’ If it was a ‘dumpster fire, it was one Donald Trump set and I think we should be honest about that.” Jon Meacham, on Stephanie Ruhle.

There were three disasters in Cleveland last night. The first two are obvious: The Indians got run over by the Yankees in the weirdly expanded baseball playoffs, Chris Wallace and Joe Biden showed up for a ‘debate,’ and were ambushed by a vulgar talking yam of a president-by-fluke*.

The third, were the American people, most of whom have made up their minds long ago about who they’re voting for (or rather who they’re not voting for), who sat through roughly 90 minutes of El Caudillo Del Mar-a-Lago being El Caudillo Del Mar-a-Lago. In other words, day number 1,348 of this administration*.

Wallace, per usual, seemed unprepared to handle this disaster that unfolded last night. He lost control of the proceedings almost from the start and someone should have been the adult in the room (I know, an oxymoron) and stopped it. Biden, who tried, mightily, to stay within the parameters of the debate, finally became exasperated and…