Strange days are these, indeed. And in what alternative universe can anyone imagine Joe Biden actually making it through a rigorous election campaign? The party he supposedly leads stuffed him into a closet last week after he gibbered and drooled through a live stream appearance with CNN’s softball pitcher Anderson Cooper. They can’t just hide the poor dolt there until November.
Asked about reopening everyday life in America, Biden said, “You know, there’s a…Roosevelt (not sure if he meant Teddy or Franklin) and something something something and war. It went downhill from there. Everybody knows he’s dimmer than a night-lite, and everybody’s pretending it’s okay. There’s no analog in history for any faction putting up such an empty vessel for high office. Granted, the Democratic Party has trafficked in unreality for years, from Crossfire Hurricane through UkraineGate (with side-trips like trannies in women’s sports) but those capers were just old-fashioned scams. Joe Biden for President is Emperor’s-New-Clothes caliber deceit, requiring a rank-and-file so marinated in falsehood they couldn’t tell you the difference between a red light and a green light.
So, you have to ask: what is their game? Picking Joe as the instrument to block Bernie seemed especially dumb just weeks after the Democrats’ impeachment gambit blew up in their faces. There really are only two plausible game plans for the Dems with Biden. One is that he’s a mere placeholder until the convention – assuming it can even be held, where party bigwigs are forced to undo their Biden blunder by some legerdemain of rules-fudging, and cram in a last-minute replacement. The putative savior would be none other than She-Whose-Turn-Was-Thwarted in 2016, on the grounds that she at least knows how to run for president, even if she isn’t very good at it. They might as well hand every delegate a dixie-cup of cyanide-enhanced kool-aid as they cast that fateful vote.
The other pretty obvious scheme, seemingly underway now, is to fix up Joe with a running-mate who can take over his duties twenty-three minutes after the inauguration ceremony. Tank Abrams, the self-proclaimed “real governor of Georgia” who, in fact lost that election but has made out nicely hustling her delusions while campaigning arduously for the VP appointment. Wouldn’t that make a heck of an appealing ticket? Or maybe the Voodoo Queen Kamala??
Apparently, there's a memo the Democratic Party didn't get: America no longer has time for identity politics. There are more important things to attend to, like whether large numbers of people go to bed hungry, get cast out of their homes, live or die. Things like that. For the moment, the USA doesn’t have an economy. Nor does much of the rest of the world. Believe me, that’s a problem. And unlike Joe's dementia, there’s no pretense about not noticing it
EARL DONE THIS
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