A short rant on Joe Bite Me.
Biden is 76 and would be almost exactly the same age I am right now (78+) on Inauguration Day if elected in 2020.
Now, I’ve had huge responsibilities, some pretty heavy authority, and life-changing experience in dangerous and national-security situations. Had to make some weighty decisions without complete knowledge and live with the consequences.
In my 40s, 50s, and 60s, I was prepped and fully qualified to make those decisions, and most of ‘em turned out quite well.
Today, however, I am slower to make up my mind on serious issues. Hell, I sometimes have a hard time deciding whether to wash the car or not. I wouldn’t want today’s me to make the decisions I had to make back 30 or 40 years ago.
And I don’t want any 78-yr-old sitting behind that Resolute Desk. And that includes Bernie, too. I’m not exactly comfortable with a DJT in his mid-to-late 70s there, either.
Biden looks to me like a touchy-feely friendly sorta guy who doesn’t really mean any harm but long ago passed his “use by” date. He strikes me as an impulse shopper in a market with too much cash and too many choices.
He’s probably harmless on the creepy or pedophile or fondler or date-rape spectrum, but I don’t think he can be trusted with the DeWars and the tricked-out classic ’65 Mustang.
On any given day, you ask me to name my favorite song or favorite book or favorite movie and I can guarantee you it’ll change . . . quickly and frequently. Today that song might be “The Devil Went Down To Georgia” and tomorrow become “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.”
Same for books – one day it’s Idylls of the King and the next it’s Catch-22. My all-time favorite movie remains The Godfather, but the runner-up might change daily from It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World to TORA! TORA! TORA! to Blazing Saddles to Broadcast News depending on what I had for breakfast and whether or not it’s raining.
Joe says what he thinks his audience wants to hear. He wants desperately to be relevant and sound informed and sagacious, but in truth he’s just an average guy wandering through life wanting people to like him . . . a hairless bipedal puppy with a wet nose and a leaky bladder.
I’m at the far opposite extreme from him on the physical scale—don’t like hugging, and other people’s children tend to annoy me more often than delight me. Point is, tho, that I have no business making big decisions affecting other people’s lives any more . . . and neither does he.
Yep no argument here about uncle joe – wheel him out on the porch and let him watch the kiddies play.
As long as the most complicated decision Slow Joe has to make is hug/not hug, he’s probably okay, since Whoopi and some of the others on the Left seem to think he’s just a harmless anachronism, hailing from the days of the old uncle they let out of the attic for Xmas, Thanksgiving and various other celebrations.
Slightly off-topic, in which part would you cast Biden in a re-make of Mad Mad Mad Mad World?
Prob’ly the Don Knotts innocent bystander role.
Or maybe the Carl Reiner cameo.
What! You don’t see him in steppin’ in for Spencer Tracy?
Gotta agree with you Ron , I guess because I will be 78 in June….Really hate these Birthdays coming so frequently. Biden is past the use by date for sure…. he is far past the discard date as well.
I like your favorite movie list ….I think” ITS A MAD MAD WORLD” is the greatest comedy of all time …..Two things I always remember is Jimmy Durante kicking the bucket down the hill & Rochester landing in the arms of Lincoln ….Racist for sure today. It must have been a real hoot for all the cast to make that movie.
Nope. I’ve known a lot of those “handsy” guys in my life. No, they generally won’t actually RAPE a woman, but they WILL get off with edging their hands ever closer to the unacceptable territory. The fact that he does this with quite young children – as young as elementary school – disqualifies him right there.
This is what he is doing in public. I sure as hell wouldn’t trust him out of the public eye.
I agree Old Joe is likely harmless, but I am really turned off by his blatantly feeling up all these women. He knows damn well what he is doing. As for feeling up the little girls, the disgusting prick needs his ass kicked. Again he knows damn well what he is doing.
I dont like people touching me (wife excepted) and I have always kept my hands off other people…(wife excepted).
But as POTUS, what a buffoon. Lil Phony Kim the NORK will eat his lunch not to mention the muzzies and Rooski’s. I don’t think Joe could run a pay toilet in his best day.
Oven if Gropy Joe is suffering from the aftereffects of his aneurysm,
and his touchy-feely nature is relatively harmless, I would not want
that man in the White House. There was a reason why the Narcissist
In Chief picked him as a running mate, he was the only man on the
political scene who could never outshine the Light Bringer, the
legend in his own Mind Barrack Hussein Ubangi!
In the Senate, Biden’s nickname was “Slow” Joe Biden. He is the
superannuated male version of Alexandria Empty Cortex. If
brains were Semtex, Biden could not blow his nose. When I was
a kid, I was told that anyone can become president. BJ Billy
and Ubangi proved that old adage. I do not want anyone in
the White House who Forest Gump or Kelly Bundy would call
a dullard!
The Democrat party has become the party of Idiocracy. It takes
little intelligence to spout trite slogans and buzzwords. Give me
a week with a 5-year-old and he would whip Ubangi’s ass in an
unrigged debate. Having been on the left in my Yoot, I know the
language. Not to worry, Biden is not the “it boy” and neither is
Bernie.
It is going to be that Marxist red diaper baby Peter Buttigieg.
They are going dress him up as a moderate because the “progressives”
are so batcrap crazy he will come off as reasonable and tempered.
My son-in-law got his legs blown off, among other things, in Afghanistan in 2011, and we spent a lot of time at Walter Reed. At Christmas, when Brian was able to get out of bed and sit in a wheelchair, Uncle Joe and his entourage breezed in for a photo op. After being introduced to my beautiful young daughter and her wounded warrior, Joe engulfed her in an endless hug, with his face buried in her long blond hair, and it went on, and on, and on, and on, while Brian sat there and glared, my daughter kept trying to break away, unsuccessfully, and the rest of the family just stood by, stunned. He told some weird joke about a competitive rower who was an amputee, and no one laughed. Then he insisted on taking a photo with the entire family, and, as if that wasn’t enough, he kept inviting them to lunch regularly for months after that, and they kept refusing. Creepy much, Joe?