This Guy Is Senile and Can the Media Stop Pretending He’s Not?
The best part is when Biden just goes and gives away the scam, whether announcing that he’s been ordered not to answer questions or that he’s got a list of pre-approved questions he has to follow. Imagine the faux outrage if Kayleigh McEnany or Sarah Huckabee Sanders approached the White House correspondents/apparatchiks and demanded to prescreen their queries. “BUT MUH JOURNALISTIC INTEGRITIES!” they would huff and puff.
Today? “Pre-screened questions? Yes, Mistress Jenn! Might your worm have the privilege of licking your vinyl boots? Slurp, slurp, slurp.”
He’s angry and shouts, or he whispers like he’s offering passing kids a chance to see the puppies he’s got in his van. And whatever dope they pumååp him up with to get through the list of scripted questions lasts maybe ten minutes, and then you can see the wheels coming off. Out comes the shepherd’s crook to drag him off-stage to be wrapped in a shawl, handed a bowl of mush, and set in front of the tee vee to watch his stories.
I don’t know about you but I have had it with the marching morons who, even now, looking down the barrel of international ruination, overwhelming national inflation, and a vast excess of fornication flatulation wafting from the White House still, STILL, claim they are seeing in their savior Biden a man in full possession of his mental faculties. Since nobody can be that blind and that stupid I have to think they are in league with this shambolic demented droolcup.
Hey quislings, stop pretending. Don’t be one of those people we’re going to remember.
Everybody knows this is nowhere…