And then there were two.

Welp, we’ve weeded out the aspirational but not ready, the non-contenders, and the time-wasters such that the battle for the soul of the Democrat Party is set. In one corner is the 78-year-old Independent, whose unwavering support by the under-30 crowd is matched only by his hollow promises of grand, systemic change.

In the other corner is the 78-year-old moderate, whose consistent bumbling, gaffe-prone performances reveal a candidate who is no less than eight years past his prime.

Awaiting the victor is the 70-something-year-old unabashed liar and showman, whose contempt for facts is matched only by his consistent failure to provide information beyond exaggerations and equivocations.

In other words, I’m looking forward to 2024.