You surely know about “Rachel” Levine, a middle-aged guy who decided he’s a woman, now wears the uniform of a four-star admiral, and looks like a meter maid. He got famous protecting his mother from COVID while dumping infectious patients in nursing homes, killing thousands of veterans and grandmas. (To be fair, that was apparently official Democrat policy, since it happened in one blue state after another.) He’s our country’s assistant secretary for health.

You might even be cognizant of bald, mustachioed drag queen Sam Brinton, a puppy role play fetishist, appointed to oversee spent fuel and waste in the nuclear energy office of the Department of Energy.

The Democrats rewarded all the outlier, nutball elements of their coalition, in an administration of the guy who was supposed to “save” that party from the apparent “extremism” of Bernie Sanders. (Remember that? When Biden was posing as a sane sorta centrist. Of course you don’t. That was almost two years of total insanity ago.)

I was talking with some colleagues about all this. One of them pointed out, by way of contrast, how Donald Trump sought out “competence,” not ideology in his appointees. He overlooked past enmity, long-standing links to his internal GOP enemies, and hired the person whom his staffers advised him was the best man for the job.

“Yeah,” I said in reply. “People like Mike Pence, Rex Tillerson, Elaine Chao, Mick Mulvaney, and William Barr. How’d that work out for him? How’d it work out for America?”