A Sense of Loss

“I can imagine what can be, unburdened by what has been.”  “Cannibals ate my Uncle Bosie.”

We all will feel a real sense of loss when Joe and Kamala move onto the next chapters of their lives.  Well, Kamala will anyway.  There is no next chapter of Joe’s life.  There may not be a next paragraph or even sentence.  If Biden shows up at the Inauguration, I hope someone will have had the foresight to bring along a body bag and some absorbent material; kitty litter or paper towels or something.

But we will be losing a lot.  I can remember in 2021 and 2022 when things were truly awful with COVID and the restrictions around it.  It was only Joe’s struggles with gravity that gave me the will to go on.  And what about Kamala’s pronouncements about yellow school buses and Venn diagrams?  It was only this level of idiocy that gave me the hope that even the American public would back away from the edge of the Abyss and send these two boobs packing in 2024.  Sure, it was thin gruel to keep us going for three and a half years but it was all we had.

And it worked!  In July when I watched Joe Biden in the debate it was like the clouds parting and the sun blazing out at me.  It was the promise of all those gaffes, flubs and pratfalls coming home to roost for the Democrats.  And it was not only that.  It was this fumbling, bumbling, inarticulate, incoherent dementia patient juxtapositioned against all the sound bites of politicians and reporters and talking heads like Morning Joe swearing on a stack of bibles that Jumping Joe Biden was “as sharp as a tack,” that “this version of Biden … is the best Biden ever.”  It was Christmas in July.  The horror and panic that descended on Washington and Hollywood and New York was hilarious.  And the more the Left begged Biden to drop out the more he doubled down.  The interview he did with Stephanopoulos was remarkable.  You could see the pain on Stephanopoulos’s face as he tried his best to put the dots together for Biden on how hopeless his chances were.

And finally, when Pelosi and her hatchet-men had delivered some doomsday ultimatum to Biden to force him out of the race, imagine the horror the campaign faced when they evaluated how they could package and sell Kamala.  Their first idea was the best; don’t let her say anything except, “joy.”  They used that for about a month, that and whatever versions of it they could frame.  I guess the most embarrassing was Kamala is “brat.”  But eventually they had to let her talk and that would eventually remind voters that presidents have to be able to speak and by extension, think.  And of course that is Kamala’s weak point.  Well, it’s one of them.  She’s also unlikeable and, perhaps worse, she’s incandescently inauthentic.  Everything she says comes across as an absurd lie that everyone can see through.

And so, the Left went from Biden to Harris.  Scylla to Charybdis.  Bad to worse.  Dumb and dumber.  I can only imagine the horror of the campaign team.  There must have been an ocean of booze imbibed during the campaign to keep the staff from bolting for the exits.  And the Democrat voters told themselves so many lies and so many contrasting versions of the truth, that it must have been like some kind of self-inflicted brainwashing protocol.  Yesterday, Biden is a super genius.  Today he’s a doddering moron and Harris is a political dynamo and a lock for the win. Tomorrow they’re praying for the Never-Trumpers like Liz Cheney to save them from a razor thin margin.  And then the morning after, it’s a wipeout and she never had a chance.  And thus, was spawned a thousand TikTok videos of angry women screaming at their phones about fascism, the 4B Movement and never going to Thanksgiving ever again.  Oh, so wonderful, oh so painful.

Well, we won’t have Joe Biden to kick around anymore.  I doubt anyone will even attend his funeral.  And Kamala will return to California where she hopes to become governor.  I kind of doubt it will happen.  If nothing else this campaign has made a lasting impression on everyone about just how stupid this woman is.  Maybe she can be mayor of San Francisco for life.  Those people have so much white guilt that setting up Kamala as a figurehead leader would make sense to them.  But that’s about as far as she’ll go.

So that’s it.  No more Joe.  No more Kamala.  When will we see their like again?  Never!

It gives me a feeling of emptiness, of loss.  We need a new leader for the Left.  Will Obama or Michelle fill the gap?  I kind of doubt it.  Well, we’ll have to wait and see.  Goodbye Uncle Bosie.  It was fun.

Where’s Joe Biden’s Nobel Peace Prize?

Okay, so maybe I’m pushing it.  Maybe it’s too soon.  But then again Obama got his preemptively and let’s face it, if we don’t get Joe to Oslo soon it might be kind of embarrassing during the presentation ceremony.  And messy.

So, how about it?  If proof is needed, we can list Afghanistan, Ukraine (kinda), COVID, January Sixth convictions (by proxy), Trump assassination attempt (by proxy), eleven plus million migrants living on the dole and the laughs we got from the debate, plus the gift of Kamala Harris.

That’s a lot.

What did Teddy Roosevelt have?  The Russo-Japanese War peace treaty?  Thin soup as far as I can see.  After all, are they really any closer to friendship now than they were a hundred odd years ago?  Hardly.

No.  History is crying out for a Peace Prize for Biden.  In fact, the whole thing should be renamed the Joe Biden Peace Prize.  And the award should be reworked so that it is a replica of Joe Biden’s head.  Smiling, maybe.  But I’ll have to think about that.  He did have that great look during the debate.  You know whenever Trump was mocking him.  Not just a confused look but a look of incredible effort like he was trying to remember how to make his mouth close.  So maybe that look.

And inscribed on his forehead it could say something like, “Never forget that I, uhhh, look, you know the drill, uhhh, the thing, uhhh, oh forget it.”

Next year, Kamala Harris can get hers; either for winning the election or for losing it.  After that either Greta Thunberg or those kids who defaced one of Van Gogh’s sunflower paintings then super glued themselves to the wall.  That was world class.

But enough of this daydreaming.  Let’s get back to reality.  Even if they gave Joe the award tomorrow there’s a good chance, he won’t know what they’re saying or what it means.  So, we’ve got to break through the cognitive barrier.  What needs to be provided is a clear indication that he’s getting a lot of money.  No matter how far gone he is into imbecility he will still recognize and respond to a big pile of cash.

What makes sense is for the award money to be presented in one-dollar bills in a giant burlap bag with a dollar sign printed on the outside and the bills overflowing onto the floor.  I guess, in order to make it more familiar it should be presented to Joe by Hunter in his underwear smoking crack cocaine and surrounded by naked hookers.

And to round out the experience Doctor Jill and Barack Obama could be on either side of the stage clapping and telling him what a good boy he’s been for knowing all the words and eating all his ice cream and mostly not soiling himself.

Poor Alfred Nobel.  If only he could have lived long enough to see his award go to Barack Obama for his future contributions to world peace (which didn’t quite pan out).  And hopefully now to Joe Biden for his good sportsmanship in allowing himself without the need for violence to be forced to exit the Democratic presidential primary that he had already won and hand it over to someone even stupider than himself.  Now that’s what I call peace.

Now is the Summer and Autumn of Our Discontent

August, September and October will be consumed with talking about Kamala Harris?  It doesn’t seem possible.  There’s just nothing there.  They’ve got to throw us something else or we’ll all go insane.  I guess the next thing will be her vice-presidential pick.  Can you imagine that?  Being second banana to Kamala Harris?  In a sense Kamala Harris was the perfect person to be the back up to Joe Biden.  An emotionally unstable nitwit would complement a dementia patient well enough.  But what would be one rung below her?  I don’t know, a roll of bubble wrap?  One of those door-stops that’s made out of a spring?

I suppose, to distract us Joe Biden can start a war with someone.  It’ll have to be with one of our allies.  We can’t afford to lose to one of our enemies.  Currently our navy is taking incoming from something called the Houthis which sounds like a Star Wars race that should look like lobster-men.  Apparently, we’re now being attacked by smaller and smaller organizations.  Eventually we’ll work our way down to where TikTok influencers will be calling us out.

But yes, Joe Biden is going to need something to do for the next six months while he waits for his brain to reach zero-charge and he expires behind the Resolute desk.  So, a war makes sense.  It doesn’t have to be a real war.  In fact, a fake war will be much better.  Now that Betty Boop doesn’t have to run press conferences for President Meathead she can be repurposed as Joe’s babysitter.  She can bring him ice cream and give him war updates.  And to simplify things for the personnel who run the White House tours they can move Joe down into the bunker.

Breathless news of great victories and tragic defeats could be delivered every few hours and lulls in the battle could coincide with his 1:30 pm nap.  I think it would suffice if they could get him the deluxe edition of Risk and let him set up the board on a card table next to his Lazy Boy.  If he’s smart, he’ll build up his defenses on Alaska and Greenland and get those five armies for North America every turn.  The smart money is to expand into South America and Africa after that.  Europe will be tough although he’s already got a lot of armies in Ukraine so there’s that.  Well, I won’t second guess Biden.  He is a strategic giant so I’ll just wait for his memoirs to come out in “Highlights” magazine to learn how he conquered the world again.

We’ll have to get through the next three and a half months somehow.  I think I might skip the Kamala speeches altogether.  Listening to her talk about her racial and sexual grievances would be way too annoying.  Perhaps I can come up with a completely non-election-based series of topics to get me to December.  And at that point many things will have been decided by the outcome of our political drama.  I think this election will be an endpoint for a lot of things.  A Kamala Harris presidency would be a benchmark.  People in the future could point to it as the official beginning of post-America.  Perhaps I should start drafting an obituary.  It would be the decent thing to do.

Say It Ain’t So, Joe! We Lost Biden.

Dementia Joe punks out and withdraws from the presidential race.

Sigh.

Well, We don’t have mush-brain Biden to kick around anymore.  Now we’ll have to kick Psycho Ex-Girlfriend Kamala Harris around.

Goodbye Corn Pop.  Goodbye Dog Faced Pony Soldier.  Goodbye Uncle Bosie.  Goodbye Cannibals that ate Uncle Bosie.  Goodbye Dr. Jill.  Goodbye Hunter Biden.  Goodbye to the hair-sniffing sidle.  Goodbye to untranslatable mumbles from the podium.  Goodbye to falling down on everything.

Goodbye Joe.  Don’t think it hasn’t been fun.  Because it hasn’t.

Update:

Quote from Medicaid after hearing the news, “We finally beat Biden.”

 

Handicapping Scranton Joe

I probably watched in total about twenty minutes of the speeches that Donald Trump and J D Vance made in Milwaukee.  And that was already enough.  The rah, rah stuff with the crowd and Trump’s tendency to repeat the same points over and over again were too much for me to watch more than that.  And that’s nothing against people who like that kind of thing.

I was watching Tucker Carlson’s speech and had a different problem.  I like his talks.  He works a theme very well.  But the problem with his speech was that the crowd kept interrupting him so that he had to placate them with polite noise to shut them up.  I found it too distracting to listen to a good talk that had to dodge around a hyperactive crowd.

So, my takeaway is I’m not a convention kind of guy.  I’m guessing that the correct preparation for a political convention involves self-medicating with ethanol or some other recreational drug.

But that’s fine.  The people who were there seemed to be having a good time.  They had Kid Rock and Hulk Hogan and I’m sure a number of entertainers and celebrities to help them enjoy a party to celebrate that they don’t have Joe Biden as their nominee.  And they also had a great story to reflect on with the miraculous escape from death that Donald Trump was gifted at that fateful rally in Butler PA.  For once Republicans are the ones celebrating and the Democrats are in existential panic over how and with whom they are going to replace Joe Biden on the presidential ballot.

I’ve been watching a bunch of the Democrat talking heads and what they say is that Pelosi and Schumer and Obama have been hectoring Biden to drop out and let his delegates “vote their consciences.”  And they keep telling each other that the pressure is so overwhelming that Biden has no choice but concede.

But they’ve been saying this for about a week.  I’m not even sure, they’re sure.  Maybe they’re just whistling past the graveyard.  After all Joe’s a pretty stubborn old coot.  And he knows he has them over a barrel.  After all, in a month the delegates will declare him the nominee regardless of their personal feelings.  At that point if the donors want to withhold funding, they are dooming the Democrats to certain defeat.  So, I think they’ll hold their noses and send the checks.

Now, one friend of mine said that they could threaten to reveal some of Biden’s high crimes and misdemeanors if he doesn’t withdraw.  And I guess they could.  But if he called their bluff, would they present the nation with proof that Biden is a crook?  I kind of doubt it.  After all Biden probably has dirt on all of them too.  And even if he doesn’t rat them out it would destroy the Democratic Party for a generation.  All the whispers about influence peddling would be shown true.  And raking up all that dirt would be sure to tar half of Washington.

I asked some friends whether they thought Biden would withdraw.  They all said yes.  They’re probably right.  But I’m holding out hope that Joe will dig deep and hang on.  Like an anchor I’m hoping he will drag the Democrat party down to the bottom this November.

Run, Joe, run!

Mutiny on the HMS Biden

Ah, the last few days without political posts have been really enjoyable.  Movies.  Now, that’s more like it.  And I’ll continue the trend going forward but I thought a short post on Debate-Gate would be okay.

This week’s news has been a steady drum beat of regime media flacks and Democrat operatives reiterating the message that for the good of Democracy Joe Biden must drop out of the presidential race.  They describe the replacing of Biden with Harris or some other, younger, less white, less male candidate in exciting and intriguing ways.  Obama and Clinton will preside over some kind of gameshow-like debate where these wondrous candidates will showcase for the nation their intelligence and charm.  A wonderful candidate will be chosen and it will inspire the voters and Trump will go down to ignominious defeat.  All we have to do is convince Joe to release his delegates.

But he doesn’t want to!

And this brings us to every talk show this week.  The formula is always the same, “I love Joe Biden.  He has done more for us than anyone possibly could and he is the most wonderful human being in the world and may possibly be a demi-god. But…”

And then there it is.  But!

But he is a senile, doddering old fool who will lose to Donald Trump in the general election unless we scare him off the ballot or, or, or…

Or what?  Because right now Joe Biden says he’s staying.  And I think he knows you can’t get rid of him unless one of two things happen.

One thing would be for the Justice Department to discover that Hunter Biden has been giving the “Big Guy” ten percent.  That would really work.  Joe would be hauled away and the Democrat Party could remove him for cause.  But would the Democrat side survive the fallout?  Wouldn’t it tar the whole party just in time for the fall vote?

The second way they could get him to quit is pay him off.  Probably $100 million in an off-shore account would do the trick.   But who wants to give Joe Biden all that money?

So, until such time as they are willing to bite the bullet, Joe is hanging tough.  And in the meantime, he puts out these interviews and press conferences where we can see just how demented he is.  And his poll numbers will keep drifting down.  He’s calling Kamala Harris, Donald Trump.  And Zelensky, Putin.  And he’s making millions into billions, into trillions and who knows what’s next.  And it’s only a matter of time until he stops wearing pants.  Basically, Grandpa Simpson is running the country and our allies abroad are starting to wonder whether they should start sizing up their other options.

And so, as we head into the Republican Convention and then the Democrat Convention media talking heads and congress-critters will continue running around in circles with their heads exploding all over the place.  All because the polls keep getting worse and worse for Biden but he just won’t do what he’s told.

And isn’t that great.

Jab Cross

What a crazy week.  Thursday has thrown the Left into a tailspin.  It’s been a one-two punch.  The debate shocked them into realizing that Dementia Joe really is Dementia Joe.  That was the jab.  But then they realized that the Bidens and apparently the Obamas and the Clintons want Joe to stagger forward with the campaign.  Without the Bidens concession, the delegates will have to confirm Joe’s candidacy.  The was the right cross.  So, they’re looking around and trying to figure out what the hell to do.

And the squealing is marvelous.  Whole divisions, whole armies of hysterical losers have been thrown into an uproar.  They can’t imagine how this could be possible.  “All the experts told us that Joe was razor sharp behind closed doors.  He’s like a super-computer, spitting out facts and figures with the machine-like precision of some kind of futuristic artificial intelligence.  He’s the Biden 9000.”

Yeah, not so much.  Dr. Jill gives him his oatmeal and egg whites and if he’s a good enough boy he’ll get an ice cream cone for lunch but they can only drag out one of those “state of the union” Adderall, dog and pony shows every six months.  More often than that would probably kill him.  So stupid Joe is what they get.

“But Trump lied!”  Sure, Trump exaggerates when he talks.  He’s a salesman.  That’s what they do.  But at least he’s an honest liar.  He’s telling you the elevator pitch for what really exists.  But Biden is a congenital liar.  He lies as often as the rest of us breathe.  And any resemblance between his story and reality is purely coincidental.  He couldn’t stop lying if his life depended on it.  It’s who he is.  The funniest moment of the debate is when Biden claimed that he had a six handicap in golf.  Trump made a wry face and started laughing at him.  When Joe quibbled about it, Trump ended by saying “Please, let’s not act like children.”  And when Donald Trump tells you you’re being childish you know you’ve hit bottom.

So now Biden has gone back on the campaign trail with Dr. Jill and he’s embracing his hollowed-out cerebral cortex as a badge of courage.  “I may not be able to walk, talk, count to four, control my bowels or remember my name but I’m not a liar.  I’m simply a mental patient.”  Four more years!  Four more years!

It’s a lot of fun.  And it’s worked out almost impossibly well for Trump.  The undeniable truth of just how unqualified Joe Biden is to be the commander in chief of the US armed forces is permanently on view from Thursday’s debate.  There’s just no way to deny what we saw.  And this should be enough to eliminate the honest voters who hate both Trump and Biden.  Now at worst, they’ll vote for no one.  It will be, in their minds, indefensible to put Biden in possession of the nuclear football.  But chances are, at least some of them will vote for Trump.  And that may be enough to overcome the fraud campaign in the Great Lakes states.  Not definitely but plausibly.

And the panic this has inspired has been echoing around the internet like a cannon shot.  The first few opinion polls have seen Trump get a boost of a few points.  Probably by Tuesday more data will appear.  That should tell me whether I should be dancing in the street or just chuckling over a temporary panic by the lunatics.

But it has made my weekend pleasant.  Thanks Joe.

 

Update:

Bigus Macus
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Biden’s lies are substantial.