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Have you met anyone truly excited about Joe Biden running for re-election?
I mean downright Obama-circa-2008 energized — brimming with enthusiasm about what four more years of Biden would bring to our body politic, our economy, our national mood, our culture?
Let's be more realistic. Is there a single one among us who can muster even a quiet "Yay!"? And no, we're not counting the guy who sounds like he's performing elaborate mental dance moves to persuade himself — nor anyone who is paid to effuse.
According to a recent report in the New York Times, Biden's fundraising thus far doesn't exactly reveal a groundswell of grassroots excitement.
Instead, most Democrats seem to view what looks like an inevitable rematch between Biden and Donald Trump with a sense of impending doom. My personal metaphor comes from Lars von Trier's film "Melancholia," in which a rogue planet makes its way through space toward an inevitable collision with Earth. In that film, the looming disaster symbolized the all-encompassing nature of depression; here, the feel is more dispiritedness and terror, as if we're barreling toward either certain catastrophe or possibly-not-a-catastrophe. Or it's barreling toward us.
A Biden-Trump rematch would mean a choice between two candidates who, for very different reasons, don't seem 100% there or necessarily likely to be there — physically, mentally and/or outside prison walls — for the duration of another four-year term.