(awesome illustration by Bosch Fawstin)

In Joe Biden Needs Women, I compared the Biden veepstakes to the Bachelor.

Meanwhile somewhere a dozen female Senate Democrats are dancing around singing the Matchmaker song from Fiddler on the Roof. Except their only possible match is a creepy senile lecher. The dating pool is full of chlorine. The only thing standing next to Joe Biden gets you is six months of hair sniffing.

We might speculate about the virtues of some of Harvey Weinstein’s victims, but not Joe’s.

The DNC is looking for a strong, smart woman to stand next to Joe Biden and pretend to smile while he kisses the back of her neck, chews on her hair, and whispers, “Mommy, where am I?”

That seems like a waste of a strong, smart woman. And no actual smart, strong woman would do it.