Biden Needs Written Instructions Just to Walk into a Room
He's too old to be president
Oh, Joe is doing just fine. Why do you ask?
Here’s a closer look:
That’s right, now the oldest president in the history of the United States needs step-by-step written instructions on how to enter a room, talk to people, and then depart.
I’m surprised they stopped there:
YOU enter the Roosevelt Room and say hello to participants.
YOU take YOUR seat.
YOU draw air into YOUR lungs and then YOU push that air back out.
All of which we need to tell YOU because YOU are older than $#!+.
He doesn’t even know the steps for talking to people anymore. He keeps getting confused and needs his staffers to break it down for him:
“Am I supposed to take someone else’s seat?”
“No.”
“Is somebody else supposed to ask questions?”
“No, sir, you are.”
“When it’s over, do I just keep sitting here in silence like a dumbass?”
“No, you get up and leave.”
They got tired of having that conversation every day, so now they print it out on a card for him.
Joe Biden is too old to be president. He was already too old on Inauguration Day, and it’s not like any of us are getting younger.
CRY LOUDER, LIBS!
It took nearly 50 years, but this mistake was finally corrected. Good riddance.
It’s really going to be something when libs riot over Roe v. Wade being overturned, while still trying to convince us 1/6 was the worst thing in the history of the world.
Dems are always stupid, but they’re never stupider than when they’re angry:
Yeah, bring up their mothers. Y’know, the ones who DIDN’T KILL THEM IN THE WOMB.
Also, are we back to calling them “women”? I thought they were “birthing persons” or “womb caddies” or some other bizarre, dehumanizing euphemism that doesn’t offend a handful of trannies.
And remember:
In other Supreme Court news, this is the second day in a row that the libs are mad about the United States Constitution continuing to exist.
I never thought I’d miss Andrew Cuomo, although he’d probably say the same crap if he were still governor of New York:
Also at that time, Governor Hochul, the only method of long-distance communication required a quill pen, a scrap of parchment, and a horse.1 So by this logic, nothing we see or hear in any televisual media is covered by the First Amendment.
You know that’s not how this works, kitten. And if you don’t, you’re too stupid to hold this public office or any other. Get lost, you unelected imbecile.
This injustice must not stand:
This is an affront to human decency. Let the man’s family lay him to rest, you bastards.
I voted for McAfee in 2020, because if I was being forced to choose an elderly criminal, I got to pick one of my own. And depending on what happens in 2024, I might end up voting for McAfee’s corpse.
All of which assumes he’s actually dead…
I’ve had it with this “nonbinary” crap. It’s a crime against not just human biology, but the English language.
Just look at the lede to this Rolling Stone story about Ezra Miller:
Ezra Miller has been hosting a 25-year-old mother and her three young children at their Vermont farm, a living arrangement that worries the children’s father, as well as two others with knowledge of the situation, Rolling Stone has learned.
He’s hosting that family at their farm. Oh, okay, so they’re part of his family now?
But no. “Their” in that sentence refers to Miller, because he wants people to use “they” pronouns to refer to him. He’s somehow “nonbinary,” whatever that even means.
Well, he can go screw himself. I’m not discarding thousands of years of human society, and millions of years of evolution before that, just because somebody wants to be different. He is not a plural. He’s not somehow neither male nor female. He doesn’t exist outside the boundaries of science. He’s just an asshole.
And he’s a criminal to boot! I’m supposed to spare this criminal’s feelings? Go to hell.
That goes for everybody who’s jumping onto this bandwagon. I will not use your pronouns. I will not enable this mass delusion. I’m not interested in this fad. You can call yourself whatever you want, but I refuse to comply. I’ve survived this long, and I’ve earned the right to observe reality as it is, not as you want it to be.
Now get off my lawn.
I’m old now, so I don’t pay much attention to popular music anymore. The Billboard Hot 100 might as well be transmissions from another planet. But then this song popped up on Spotify yesterday, and I gave it a listen because Beck is on it and Beck is awesome:
So then I listened to some more of this Jawny kid, and I like his stuff. He’s got some really inventive videos on his YouTube channel, and his songs are perfect little earworms in three minutes or less. Takes me back to the ‘90s, when things still sorta made sense. Plus, his original stage name was “Johnny Utah.” Any Point Break fan is a friend of mine.
Young people are still making loud music with guitars and drums. There’s still hope!
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I've always felt that the Trans movement, as it currently is in the USA, and this whole pronoun BS is just a battle in the war on objective reality.
Prove this duck wrong.
I was thinking about this the other day, as I was out on a ride doing some zone 3 interval work on the old bicycle, about how what sex you are is used to describe someone. Like, "the suspect is a white male in his early 30's" or something like that. Are we going to be all "the suspect is a person" because we can't know if they are male or female, and age is just a number y'all, YOLO. And if you get arrested for some shit, could you go to court and say "the police said that a male about 6"4' shot the store clerk. But clearly I'm a non-binary foxkin who uses xi/xir pronouns, so you must aquit." Because that don't make shit for sense, but then again... nothing does.
Now, if you will excuse me, I should probably get some work done.
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