The president has gone to Thighland in his mind. I hope the Yo-Semites welcome him with the requisite Yo-Semnities.

Team Trump’s exhaustive labor to paint Joe Biden as a doddering relic is undermined hourly by the obvious and ongoing mental decline of the embattled incumbent. Trump is coming undone. The gravity of his grave situation is pulling him apart at the seams, which were never as tight as his tax returns.

Joe Biden is 78 and has lost a step or two, but he can pronounce “Thailand” and knows that Yosemite is a national park, not one of the 12 tribes of Israel. Trump jumbled both while droning off a Teleprompter this week in the slurred monotone of a weary fraud battered by the truth of his astronomical failures.

As the American death toll from COVID-19 surged toward 160,000 on Thursday, Trump warned the Cult 45 faithful that if Biden is elected president, he will “take away your guns, take away your Second Amendment. No religion, no anything.” He said Biden will “hurt the Bible. Hurt God. He’s against God. He’s against guns. He’s against energy, our kind of energy.”

These are the ravings of a madman in freefall. On the one hand, Biden is a weak, senile puppet powerless to resist the “radical agenda” of the “far-left.” On the other, he is a sinister foe cunning and powerful enough to wound the Almighty. In Trump’s writhing mind, his opponent is both dope and demigod. Bless his heart.

In reality, Biden is a devout Catholic who carries rosary beads in his pocket and has long written and spoken eloquently and honestly about the faith that sustained him through more personal tragedies than Trump has excuses. Biden responded to Trump’s bizarre, backfiring attack on his faith with honesty, grace and humility.

”President Trump’s decision today to profane God and to smear my faith in a political attack is a stark reminder of what the stakes of this fight truly are,” Biden said. True that, and thanks to Trump for laying it out in such inadvertently clear terms.

Biden prays to God. Trump believes he is God. Many in “Thighland” worship him as the next best thing, attending Cult 45 rallies in T-shirts proclaiming, “Jesus died for you. Trump lives for you.”

As if. Trump lives, as he always has, solely for his own survival. His crippling fear and confusion manifest in everything he says, even when listlessly delivering the words of his tone-deaf speechwriters. He desperately misses Thighland, but must hang on to the White House to stay out of prison.

In every way, Trump is a lost soul who could end or at least mitigate his mounting misery by humbling himself to God, confessing his multitude of sins and asking forgiveness and guidance. Because Trump sees himself as God, it’s the last thing he will ever do.