I just spent a day impromptu with Canadian friends at their lake house about a hundred kilometers in the mountains north of Montreal. Over dinner, they asked me what I thought of U.S. politics. They thought we Americans were all going crazy. “What the heck is going on down there?”

Clearly, my Canadian friends were deeply worried – and powerless to do anything about it. As we got back in the car, after having said goodbye, they were standing in their driveway as we drove away, and I saw him mouthing something. I stopped, rolled down the window, and he said: “Don’t forget to vote.”

That night I watched Trump give his acceptance speech at the RNC.  I was dumbfounded about how bad it was. He has one asset over Biden, and that is that he can speak, for the most part, without stuttering or stumbling. His speaking ability is that of a 5th-grader, but at least it’s comprehensible. But there it stops.

Trump’s thinking is confused and jumbled. He can’t keep track of a single coherent thought. He can’t even read a 20-minute prepared speech from a teleprompter. He has to go off script, and then ramble asinine delusions, lies and misrepresentations in endless word salads. I can’t believe that so many people are okay with that being “their guy.” I had to force myself to listen until the end hoping there would be some conclusion. There was no conclusion, no message, no passion. It was just a doddering old man rambling on and on and on. I would not leave a toddler in his charge for ten minutes – I’d be worried. But we’re okay with giving him the nuclear codes?

And then there is Biden. It’s excruciatingly obvious: He’s senile. After watching his horrible debate performance, topped off a few days later with the Stephanopoulus interview, and then a few days later the Holt interview, Biden is not fit for the job either. Biden is a good man, well intentioned, who dedicated his life to politics. But he is senile now.

I am a hiker. I can still climb mountains and I feel very fortunate about that. But one day, my knees will no longer be good enough, and I’ll have to stop that activity and replace it with something that is not so hard on the knees. When that time comes, I’ll have to stop climbing mountains.

That’s what happened to Biden, but it’s not the knees, it’s the brain. And it’s sad that it’s happening in front of the whole world to see. It’s sad and perhaps humiliating. But it’s very obvious. Biden isn’t going to make it through another debate with Trump. He is not making it through any town hall rally convincingly. Our young people aren’t going to be excited to vote for him. To them he is a doddering old man. I am an old man, and to me he is a doddering old man. Biden is also not going make a fiery convention acceptance speech.

We are left with one malignant senile narcissist, and another well-meaning incompetent who has no chance of winning the election.

To my Canadian friends who urged me to not forget to vote:

I need somebody that I can vote for!