Celebrate it whilst you can, I suppose.
What would the founding fathers think of the evil simpletons running the joint these days?
What would they think of that debate? What an embarrassing spectacle.
This has been a week of gaslighting and excuses trying to tell us we didn’t see what we saw and it’s no big deal besides. Some of us have been seeing it since before the geezer was elected. I truly admire the ballsy-ness of some of the excuses – Joe-tato had been travelling, he was tard. Sure. As if he hadn’t had a week for the minions to tweak his meds, rest up, and practice. He had a bad night – anyone can have that. Sure. Just one? I seem to remember him wandering off a few times while in Europe. Were those bad days too? Does he have good days? I haven’t seen any.
Trying to do damage control, they sent out IceCreamJoe to holler at us and tell us while he can’t walk as fast, yadayadayada, he still knows how to do the job. He did in that minute I suppose. How about before 10AM and after 4PM. Will he know the job when they roll him out at 1AM for a snap decision? Is it too much to ask that we have a president that can put in a day’s work?
Does it make you feel safe that Lunchbox Joe has the nuclear football. On some level, it could since he wouldn’t have a clue what to do with it.
The panic this debate created is hilarious. I’ve seen everything from “Drone strike Trump” to “Let’s use AI to make Jotato look better“. Jeezis..they are crazier than I thought. All because the secret they’d been struggling to hide is out for the world to see.
Make no mistake, you were meant to see the old boy fail. If that was the optimal result of a week of tweaking meds, he’s pretty much a spent kleenex. He needs replacement bad, but they really can’t change him as a nominee unless he quits the race, or they have a ‘day of the pillow’. I think they meant for us to see that so things could blow up and he can be put out to pasture in time to find another, even if it’s Harris. She’s a cackling imbecile, but she appears to have all her marbles, and they appear to be kept in some sort of sequence.
Nevertheless, the next month should be entertaining if nothing else.
Far as celebrating the holiday? Meh. I have no plans. No one has reached out, and I’ve reached out to no one. I may stop by my car dealer buddy’s party. Maybe not. I’ll walk the dogs, run, hit the iron, wash the bike, and probably start sanding my guitar and bass projects.
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