For those who hyped Tuesday night’s showdown as a reverse of the June debate, whereby 78-year-old Donald Trump would present as the dementia-ridden old man to 59-year-old spry Kamala Harris were just plain wrong.

A doddering old man, he was not.

Donald Trump didn’t limp onto the stage, his eyes were not vacant, his skin was not gray and his sentences were coherent, even when nonsensical.

And in the first thirty minutes, Trump fought like a guy who–literally–has his life on the line.

And then, he became Donald Trump.

Instead of focusing on the very real vulnerabilities Harris’ campaign has around issues key to the narrow slice of the swing state electorate who will decide the election–mainly the economy and border security–he jumped the shark in typical Trump fashion.

Suddenly we were lost in an alternative reality word salad where migrants are eating cats and dogs, governors in blue states are allowing babies to be executed after they are born, and imprisoned illegal aliens are getting gender transition surgery in their cells.

In order to win on Tuesday night (and possibly in November), Trump needed to demonstrate discipline and focus, proving to the country that the Vice President is what he has made her out to be: weak, incompetent and dangerously liberal–a task he failed at in spectacular fashion.

Kamala Harris is not Joe Biden: she is........

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