My brief but spectacular take on the presidential campaigns as of this writing:
All candidates are flawed.
The media are flawed.
The voters are flawed, and so is the process.
Luckily, as history as demonstrated, all this cancels out, eventually. That is why I have learned to stay frosty for a month or two after apparently big disasters turn out to be transient farts. Trump and Biden are both old farts, but only one of them gets fart coverage at the moment. That will change.
I like Kamala and there are any number of great Democratic Party politicians who'd also make great presidents. But the process of going there will be ugly, messy, and serve as a GOP talking point about the Dems being in disarray. Mind you, they probably will go there regardless. But at least this way they will look completely craven.
I concede that we may eventually have to go “there” ourselves — convincing Biden to sign off, either before or after the convention, or the election, or his inauguration, or when he finally gets really too sick to govern (note: he’s not anywhere near that point, yet). Because holding an okay hand in political poker when it seems you might need to draw a good card to seal the deal? Brave and often effective. Indeed, that is why Trump is not entirely wrong when he tries to delay outcomes that affect his own political and legal future. Orphan Annie sang it best on Broadway: “I love ya Tomorrow, you’re always a day away!”