We’re all having a little hee, and also some haw, over Adolf Twitler delivering a major address to the voices in his head at the White House last night.

I caught only a couple minutes of the performance, which falls short of the ne plus ultra — gin-soaked Tricky Dick wandering the halls at midnight, screeching at the paintings.

Still, I think it’s fair to observe that the current “president” seemed not unlike a geriatric bear that wandered into Johnny Depp’s house, gobbled most of his stash, had three strokes in quick succession, then picked up a Shure SM58 and started freestyling.

That being said, we are all about the public service here at Ye Olde Chuckle Hut, and I’d like to pass on this friendly reminder from Ranger Smith, who notes that even if Sleepy Joe pulls off the V here, Yogi will still be rifling the pic-a-nic baskets at Jellystone Park until Jan. 20, 2021.

We now return you to the clusterfuck, which is already in progress.