It's hot. That's what happens in the summertime heat. It's on.

But it's warmer for some than others. President Biden, for example, is on the verge of heatstroke. Hunter's amazing grifting has brought an intense spotlight on Joe, the family patriarch. No joke. The White House is turning into Death Valley.

It's plenty hot in Palm Beach, Florida, as well. But Donald Trump isn't there. He's in New Jersey trying to avoid the heat. But he can't. Every day he's charged with something else. The federal "Heat" is crazy after him.

Hunter and Joe, not so much.

Merrick Garland must be sweating. He's a lock for impeachment in the fall. The heat is bouncing off Trump right back on him.

The Attorney General has single-handedly brought the word "hapless" back into the lexicon. I mean, take a look at this guy. He makes Don Knotts look like Clint Eastwood.

Back to the tropics, White House mouthpiece Karine Jean-Pierre was heard singing "The Heat is On" by Glenn Frey. At least, that's the rumor. Karine has been a little snappish lately. Must be the heat.

Hillary Clinton is blaming the tepid temps on MAGA people. This has surprised folks in Bangladesh, where it is always hot. They thought the high temperatures might be India's fault because that country is a pollution paradise. But no, MAGA forces did it.

Hillary's position has also taken Al Gore back a bit. He was Vice President for eight years and heavily promoted climate change disruption to President Bill Clinton, who did nothing. Maybe Bill is secretly a MAGA person.

The heat is certainly on the liberal media, which continues to bodyguard Joe Biden. But the press does not care. It's worth some perspiration to protect the progressive movement and its water carrier, Joe.

Finally, Donna Summers' song "Hot Stuff" may become the new national anthem. Because from sea to shining sea in the good old USA, we should all agree with one dead on certainty.

It's hot.