I think a consensus is growing that Joe Biden is one of the “walking dead.” Okay, maybe technically he’s still alive. He hasn’t equilibrated to room temperature or anything but essentially he’s a mindless zombie, animated by some occult power that is directly or indirectly tied to voodoo.
And with this consensus comes the necessity of renaming him. Currently all newscasters make a point of referring to the president as “President Joe Biden.” It’s never “President Biden.” It’s as if they’re afraid we might confuse him with some other President Biden. Perhaps they’re leaving out hope for an eventual President Hunter Biden. Who knows?
Well, fine, now I want to give him an even more specific name. I want him designated as “President Joe Biden’s reanimated corpse.” I think this formulation captures perfectly all of the facets of Biden. He’s not only Biden, he’s not only the president, but he’s also a zombie in good standing. Just watching him shambling along moaning, falling down and befouling himself upholds the finest traditions of the classic zombie profile. And the deathly pallor, vacant stare and incoherent muttering calls up flashbacks of George Romero’s classic Night of the Living Dead.
And in honor of Biden’s homage to this classic film I want to urge that all of Joe’s voters show up on election night dressed as zombies in order to signal their solidarity with our Undead Guy in Chief. Show up disheveled, spattered in blood and dirt and clutching a half-eaten forearm. Proudly support the ghoulish incumbent and feel free to gibber and moan when asked which district you’re from. But at least have the decency to have your driver’s license when you show up. Don’t be a jerk and waste everybody’s time.
Hopefully the media will have the good sense to arrange a third presidential debate on October 31st. Only on Halloween will the reanimated corpse of Joe Biden truly reach his full potential and perform at his full capacity. My hope is that the moderator will be Don Lemon and Undead Joe lives up to his full potential by wandering over to the moderator’s table and devouring Lemon on live tv. Honestly I think that would be Lemon’s finest hour and it couldn’t hurt Biden’s numbers either.
Regardless of your opinion of Joe vis-a-vis the whole breathing and heart beating thing, you’ll have to agree that we’ve moved into a whole new era with respect to presidential candidates. Even during Bill Clinton’s time in office we expected the candidates to be lucid, somewhat eloquent and healthy enough to stand on their feet for an hour or two without collapsing or losing control of their sphincters.
Those no longer seem to be necessary. Anyone who’s watched any of the Biden “glitches” knows that at any moment he can start spouting gibberish or lock up while some normally autonomic function of his body fails and leaves him frozen in place like a mannequin.
I guess what has happened is that president is now a figurehead for the Deep State that runs the executive branch departments and decides on the policies that control the nation. Okay, let’s say it out loud. Joe doesn’t really decide anything. The people who pull his strings do that. Maybe that makes it easier to pull that lever.
Reanimated? Animated, be it “Re” or otherwise, implies a wider range than a windup pooping zombie doll.
“Mr. Chairman, I Nominate President Joe Biden’s Windup Pooping Zombie Doll Corpse.” It’s got a ring to it. An underrated elegance and quiet dignity.
If only all of us could poop publicly with such restraint and gravitas.
If the space aliens judge us based on Joe Biden, we’re doomed.