No, Just No
Oh no … here it comes.
Most of you know that I love Joe Biden as a human being with all my heart. I do. I absolutely adore him and admire his strength and compassion.
But …

Honey, we’ve had enough old white guy compensatory testosterone mini-surges that we can stand. No push ups. We don’t need push ups. Screw the push ups. We need a sane tax policy, enforcement of democratic ideals, help for our infrastructure, real health care and way less crap.
Look, I’m a big D Democrat. I don’t care if you’re in a damn wheelchair, if you can fix this country then I’ll support ya. For God’s sake Joe, don’t stand up to him – make him stand up to you.
He’s drowning us all in the swamp so we won’t notice the crisis du jour.

Then he goes and sets her car on fire and punches some stranger in the face just for good measure. Then he realizes that he’s probably on the lease for the car so he gets a garden hose and puts the fire out. Then the police come and discover he’s been arrested before for sexual assault of a child so they figure he probably needs to back to jail.
