So now we can look forward to the Clinton-Trump debates next fall.

On stage with Hillary last night were Grumpy (Sanders), Grumpier (Webb), Sleepy (O’Malley) and Dopey (Chafee).

She pretty much mopped the floor with them, which happens when you’ve played the game at this level before. Clearly, only two Democrats can stop her now: herself and Bill. And they’re capable of it.

Sanders has the economic argument down pat, and he’s mad as hell about it, but that’s about it. And who guessed he’d been the one playing defense the first hour (on guns and, of all things, Denmark)?

O’Malley may be ready next time, especially if Hillary puts him on the ticket this time.

Lincoln Chafee came off like Thurston Howell IV. His excuse that he cast a bad vote because he had just arrived in the Senate – in his Daddy’s seat – was a moment that will live in debate infamy.

Jim Webb looked like he could go postal any time.

Sanders’ best moment came when he railed about the coverage of Clinton’s emails. The media’s fixation with this amounts to asking her over and over: “Why can’t you make us stop asking you about this over and over?”

CNN didn’t do too well, either. The production was overdone and the introduction over-long. It was all Vegas. You expected to see Don King.

For Joe Biden, the debate closed the door. Which is good, because a parent mourning a child’s death shouldn’t run for anything, let alone President. Ask John Edwards.

Now Joe can endorse Hillary, gracefully stand aside and be ready if she screws it up.