Bestselling author and faux hillbilly J.D. Vance is officially Donald Trump’s pick for vice president, God help us all. And even though it’s only been a few days, the nation has collectively forgotten all the sycophantic vice-presidential hopefuls left behind.

But I haven’t.

All the potential veeps were embarrassing in their own way. Marco Rubio: always a twerp, somehow became even twerpier when kissing up to the former president. Tim Scott shall always be remembered for totally coincidentally getting engaged the day after he endorsed Trump.

And North Dakota’s Doug Burgam? I’m so sorry but I’ve already forgotten who he is. City Comptroller? Disgraced chicken farming influencer? Anyway, the man has to go back to North Dakota and be named Doug Burgam and I think that’s punishment enough.

All of the candidates bowed down and debased themselves at the altar of ego-and-ear-gauze that is Donald Trump, in hopes of becoming his second in command. But one of them did it the best. And by best, I obviously mean worst.

I’m talking to you, Elise Stefanik.

Rep. Elise Stefanik (R-NY) with Donald Trump during a campaign rally in January in Concord, New Hampshire.

It’s got to hurt to be Congresswoman Elise Stefanik right now. Lots of women have been there on some level—proven their loyalty time and time again to the company, only to get passed over for the promotion by a less-qualified man. And boy........

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