Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

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It looks like the Democrats in the Imperial City are getting ready to drop their increasingly-befuddled figurehead.  Excerpt:

With a lot of help from a sycophantic media, Biden was elected president of the United States, without serious inquiry regarding his physical and mental abilities. Now, suddenly, it’s time to plan Joe’s exit before the new Oval Office carpet has fully settled in place?

We should note that it wasn’t Joe stumbling up the stairs of Air Force One that troubled Democrats into questioning Joe’s fitness. They didn’t question his stability when he at times spoke gibberish. They didn’t seem worried when his physical exam failed to report on his cognitive ability.

No, his collapse in the polls is why Joe is suddenly being challenged on the question of running again, and despite Chuck Todd’s protestations, it can’t be blamed on Trump.

It turns out that the public is a bit smarter than Democrats guessed. Reading prepared speeches from a teleprompter is not a substitute for leadership. Neither is putting one’s head down on the presidential podium like a child in the face of tough questions about a military failure in Afghanistan. The blame game can only get a president so far.

After voters finish expressing ire at the press for being misled about Biden’s abilities, perhaps they will turn and express sympathy for the old man who so desperately wanted the job. Having run twice before, the party eventually picked him, but not before the gas had run out of his tank.

Joe may have always been a politician, but the man behind the podium now is not the same as the one who ran in 2008, and certainly not the man who ran in 1988. Stripped of his dignity, he has become a caricature of a president, adorned with all of the symbols of the office, but lacking the substance necessary to perform.

What it is, is sad, and bordering on elder abuse.  His family – hell, his wife, Frau Doktor Professor Jill, know damn well that he’s been slipping for some time now, and should have backed him off the whole idea of running in 2020, when it was already manifestly clear that he wasn’t up to the task.  And, honestly, if it weren’t for the ‘rona, he probably wouldn’t have won – well, the ‘rona and all of the in-kind contributions from the legacy media, not to mention the unknown, un-investigated amount of electoral shenanigans in a few key places.

And yes, it sure looks now like they’re thinking of showing him the door.  Here’s the real head-scratcher the Dems face, though – will they let Kamala “Heels-Up” Harris, a woman who has made a career or failing upward, the least popular political figure in the country, a woman who rode to political prominence on Willie Brown’s penis – will they really let her take a seat at the Resolute Desk?

I’m guessing not.  And that, True Believers, is what’s going to make this really fun to watch.