Still plenty of time left for Trump to utterly squander any and all goodwill that he might have racked up by getting an unconventional ear piercing. And if anyone is enough of a dipshit to pull that off, it’s Trump.

In the grand scheme of things, though, it’s not like there’s much going on in the Dem field. You have a shambling corpse, sentient Xanax, the Butcher of Benghazi, the Poisoner of East Palestine, and a revolving door cast of generic Democrat empty suits, which inevitably includes governors of blue states and Eric “[boys in] blue fascism” Adams. July is a little late to try to build any kind of name recognition around most of those candidates, although your average lib is housebroken enough that they will go all-in for “not Trump,” but this doesn’t really help with independents/swing voters. Maybe next week’s decade will be more interesting. Maybe a bearded and unhinged Al Gore will declare a challenge against Biden and cause him to die of a stroke after pointing out that you can get a Prius up to 110 MPH if you’re determined enough.