He’s going off the rails on a crazy train.
Confession of a 78 year old:
This morning, just now actually, the name of a wild flower growing in my yard came to me. It had eluded me for about a week now. It came to me in two parts separated by two or three days.
At first I remembered tooth wort, then just now cut leaved. The very common flower known to me for decades is the cut leaved toothwort.
The Biden moment has passed.