The Thing Is, The Voices Are Really There
by Bob Walsh
Joe Biden, AKA Senile Joe The Hairsniffer, held a sort-of half-assed internet town hall meeting along with some other old white guy yesterday, mayor somebody from somewhere. Joe seemed to be using an earbud. It didn't do him any good. He can't read a cue card, the can't read a telePrompter, and when the earbud says something he puts his hand up to his ear like he is trying to chase away a mosquito. He is so ruined mentally that he can't seem to understand the earbud is giving him information and directions.
His presentation made Madonna when she was doing an inteview stoned some years ago look good by comparison. About five words in he lost his train of thought or suffered from brain lock but forgot to apply his mouth lock or SOMETHING.
The Dems are pushing hard to get both conventions cancelled. I am fully confident they will try like the devil to get any possible debates cancelled as well. Right now I don't think Joe could win a debate with a golden retriever, and the dog would be a lot cuter as well. Trump would have him so turned around he wouldn't know what planet he was on let alone what office he was running for.
This is going to make his choice (if he really will have one) very, very important to a lot of people. Assuming the decrepit old fart actually got elected I am unsure he would make it to inauguration day let alone thru his first year. The cat fight for that #2 spot is going to be something to behold.
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