Biden's Brain Is Yogurt
Plain, at that
The past month has been very satisfying if you don’t like Islamic terrorism.
Israel has been beating the hell out of Hamas since 10/7, and now they’ve completely dismantled Hezbollah. Within the space of two weeks, they’ve severely crippled a terrorist menace that has plagued the world for over 40 years.
Paging Hassan Nasrallah! Whoops, he can’t come to the phone right now. Or ever.
And what does the president of the United States think about all this? The answer will definitely surprise you. The surprise isn’t that he gets it wrong — that much is a given — but why he gets it wrong.
Reporter #1: “Mr. President, will you deploy more U.S. troops to the Middle East?”
Reporter #2: “Mr. President, has Netanyahu gone too far?”
Reporter #1: “Any comment on the strikes in Yemen, Mr. President?”
Biden: “I’ve spoken to both sides. They gotta settle the strike. Worth the collective bargaining effort. I think they’ll settle the strike.”
So, reporters yell three questions about Israel, and Joe gives an answer about the Boeing strike. Somehow, he thinks that’s the sort of thing reporters would be asking about right now.
He hears the word “strike,” and his brain starts running strike_boilerplate_rhetoric.exe.
Mindless. Utterly mindless.
Joe moves slowly. He thinks slowly. He was too old for this job even before he announced his candidacy, and we’re supposed to keep pretending he can do it.
And how’s this for a picture?
He heads for the cameras, and she heads for the hills.
Dr. Jill is done. Her job used to be preventing the old man from making an ass of himself, because it would hurt his reelection prospects if people really understood how far gone he is. But that’s no longer her problem. She doesn’t care. Let him babble as much as he wants, about whatever he wants.
And what’s up with this scenario?
What?
Either that Secret Service agent is standing 50 feet away, or she’s way too tiny to protect a full-grown man. What’s she gonna do, throw herself in front of his shins?