Two months into the Biden puppet show, it appears that giving pre-rehearsed answers to pre-screened questions is no longer a workable option. His handlers must be starting to look for an exit strategy from this increasingly embarrassing charade. Now he’s openly reading from prepared crib sheets to the softball questions that have been vetted and choreographed. And he’s even failing at that!
I know they want to keep Biden up there for two more years but, come on! In less than six months there won’t be anything left but his teeth. The whole thing is going to descend into a monstrous parody of a living man. Soon they’ll need a translator that will stand on the side of the stage and interpret the grunts and grimaces that the Biden husk emits. I’m almost hoping they’ll use some kind of CGI effect that interacts with the press corps and mostly mimics human speech. It doesn’t have to be perfect. The GPS for my car sounds like a valley girl while she nags me to change lanes for my turn. Maybe Joe Biden can sound like her. Or maybe he can look and sound like the Wizard of Oz. You know, the fake one with the flames shooting out.
But whatever they come up with I think it’s going to be impossible to maintain the illusion that Joe Biden is the mastermind of the Deep State. He’s always been a small time grifter riding on the coattails of bigger crooks. Now he’s just a former character actor descending into a vegetative state while the cabal of crooks and handlers decide what latest outrage they’ll unveil to insult the general population.
The only thing I’m uncertain about is at what point do they throw in the towel and cart Joe off to the skilled nursing facility to breath out his last few days on earth in silence.
I guess I shouldn’t be in too great a hurry to welcome “President Cackles” into the spotlight. After catching her act at one of the Democrat debates, I have made a point of avoiding all of her public speaking spectacles. I haven’t even been tempted to listen to one of her sound bites. Her particular brand of mental illness repels me. But I am interested to see if she manages to get into some tussles with reporters. Someone as think skinned and emotionally unstable as she is will find it difficult to avoid what she perceives as insults to her dignity. In other words, at some point someone will ask a question that isn’t just slobbering praise and it will totally unhinge her. That I might want to see. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a serving President of the United States cry. That would be a sort of milestone and well worth the faint nausea that will probably accompany the sight.
So best of luck Zombie Biden. Here’s hoping you can keep up this comedy act of yours for a while still. I have high hopes that sometime soon you’ll blurt out something really cool. Maybe it’ll be some narrative about the really great dessert you had at lunch or an anecdote about the clean, articulate black fellow that you beat in your race for president. I have faith. The big guy still has something to contribute.