I debated whether to post this out of respect for my friends and family who remain of the opinion that a second Trump term would constitute a collapse into fascism, as if we weren’t already soaking in nihilist Jew-hating autocracy. But I had a minor thing published in a minor way, and I have a policy of neither pretending to be something nor pretending not to be something.
You may have heard by now that Biden’s debate performance against Trump a few weeks ago was lackluster. Biden is obviously in his dotage, which will happen to all of us, and that’s if we’re lucky to live long enough. We owe the man some forgiveness on that point. The irritating aspects of his situation are, firstly, that some of us are old enough to remember 2020, when the Deep State Media was pushing a narrative exemplified by this report in Salon:
As many of America's and the world's leading mental health experts have repeatedly warned, Trump is mentally unwell to the extreme. He has publicly and repeatedly shown that he is a malignant narcissist, a pathological liar and a delusional fabulist. He is detached from reality and appears to live in his own fantasy world. His lack of empathy, care and concern for others can reasonably be described as sociopathic.
It was the professional opinion of one Dr. Bandy Lee, expressed therein, that “Trump is not in touch with reality.” Well, Biden just appeared to an audience of millions and claimed, “We finally beat Medicare.” Undoubtedly he meant something else, but under regular circumstances, we regard coordination between thought and speech as a basic grip test on reality, and Biden’s is slipping. The gaffe was of a piece with others that night, expressed through a vacant visage, gaze lopsided, jaw slack.
The other is that mere weeks before the debate, the Deep State Media was dismissing videos depicting Biden’s distressing, public lapses of cognition, coordination, and even consciousness as the work of malicious editors. See, for instance, the Washington Post, “How Republicans used misleading videos to attack Biden in a 24-hour period.” Cheap fakes! cried the Post. It’s possible to be less than enamored of Trump, and also not care for newspapers baldly lying to you. As evidence I cite myself.
Daniel Flynn, who writes a weekday morning column for the American Spectator, reported last week that a reader had an idea to write a parody of Dolly Parton’s “9 to 5,” about the claims by Biden’s aides to Axios:
From 10am to 4pm, Biden is dependably engaged — and many of his public events in front of cameras are held within those hours. Outside of that time range or while traveling abroad, Biden is more likely to have verbal miscues and become fatigued.
But they had no lyrics yet, could someone supply them? As it happens, I have a very particular set of skills. Dan was kind enough to publish them in his morning missive, and I reprint them below.
If you’re a Biden guy or gal, don’t get mad. This is the least important election of our lifetimes, for the simple reason that neither party has the slightest intention to solve our biggest problem, which is profligate federal spending. The most significant act of #resistance you could do right now is to humanize people with whom you disagree politically.
If you’re not, enjoy.
Tumble outta bed, it’s another day in D.C. President Joe of the Land of the Free Get an adrenochrome shot and try to come to life Nurse gives a bath and a fresh new diaper Ritalin dosage has me feelin’ hyper But still can't stay on the job from nine to five Workin’ 10 to 4, what a way to be leading Talking to the press corps like I’ve got internal bleeding Now my chief of staff is yelling at me like I’m stupid Gotta tell The New York Times to report that I’m still lucid 10 to 4, for my service and devotion Half the Democrats say I’m barely even in motion Try to go to bed, but my handlers say it’s lunchtime Need my second nap, I can’t handle all this crunch time All day long people botherin’ me I can’t tell Macron from Giorgia Meloni And not just Republicans say I should call it quits Can’t debate like I used to, speech is all garbled Sounds like my brain is the size of a marble But I’ll stay strong if my ice cream’s chocolate chip Working 10 to 4, I’d be hot like I was crackling If I could ignore all of Kamala’s creepy cackling Want to move ahead, but my legs don’t seem to let me I swear sometimes Vladmir Putin’s out to get me 10 to 4, see me fumbling in the endzone Wouldn’t be president if not for Trump Derangement Syndrome Try to use my mind, but like my gait it’s gotten stiff too What’s your name little girl? Come on over and let me sniff you
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Even generic, inconsequential federal bureaucrats have to work longer hours than that. I mean, please.
Only his ego survives