Joe Biden reminds me of a dunking-booth clown.
I remember throwing tennis balls with my first border collie. Each night he and I would go into the backyard, where I would throw a tennis ball with him toward the barn. We would do this 10 times. The dog learned that we would quit after 10 times, so after the 10th throw, he would stop and carry his ball to the back gate. He was really smart, making it great fun. I became very proficient at placing that tennis ball where I wanted it.
After several years of this, my family and I were at the fall fair in a particular city. I was pushing one daughter in a large stroller with my other two children in tow, and my wife. We walked by a dunking booth, and the clown perched above the water began to heckle my family. He was neither nice nor funny, for no reason.