THE DEMOCRATS got here to their convention in Chicago to reward Joe Biden, and to bury him. Nobody wished to dwell on the latest unpleasantness, on how a handful of occasion eminences pried the nomination from his clenched arms like so many grownup kids compelling their fading father to give up the automotive keys. Immediately, it was onerous to search out anybody who thought nominating Mr Biden once more, on the age of 81, was ever a good suggestion, regardless of what number of Democratic officers used to insist it was. By the point the conference started on August nineteenth the final of Joe Biden’s many campaigns had come to look unhappy, even scary, actually embarrassing: time to go away it behind.
