That’s kind of a rhetorical question, of course. We all know what’s wrong with him: He’s too damn old to be president of the United States. The last guy was the oldest POTUS ever at the time, almost 71 when he was inaugurated, and the Dems hated him so much that they decided to shatter his record by over seven years.
But specifically, which neurochemical functions in Biden’s ancient brain are breaking down and making him do things like this?
What is that? It’s just creepy, and weirdly hostile. Can’t somebody make him stop?
The oldest POTUS in history also said this yesterday:
The Tuskegee Airmen? Forget it, he’s rolling…
It sounds like Grandpa Joe thinks every single “Latinx”1 in America is here illegally. But that can’t be right, can it? Is he saying U.S. citizens of Latin-American descent are too stupid to know they’re legal?
More likely, he has absolutely no idea what he’s saying. He’s gone. Non compos mentis. He’s not even lucid enough to be racist anymore.
And then there was this moment, when Kamala finally made herself useful:
To put it in his own words: Come on, man. The president of the United States is losing his mental faculties, and the whole world is watching. Covering for this guy is just kicking the can down the road. He’s only going to get worse.
This week we learned that Hunter Biden, who his father has called “the smartest guy I know,” once accidentally paid a Russian hooker $25,000 because he was drunk and cracked out. Apparently that was $17,000 more than he meant to pay her, but who’s counting? It’s just the sort of thing that happens when you make as much money as Hunter makes, doing a job nobody seems to be able to describe.
Oh, and we know this happened because it’s copiously detailed on Hunter’s laptop, which he abandoned at a Delaware computer shop less than five miles from his dad’s house and was absolutely not the product of some nebulous Russian plot. Our moral, ethical, and intellectual betters in the press did everything they could to suppress the story and keep it from hurting his dad, but that’s their problem, not mine.
So, What Else Is Going On?
Mike Pence did the right thing for the right reasons on January 6, defying the violent mob that broke into the Capitol while chanting for him to be hanged. I’m glad he’s finally saying so in public, no matter how much it infuriates the MAGA-heads.
Speaking at the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library last night, Pence said this:
He obeyed the Constitution, not Trump. If you hate him for that, I want nothing to do with you.
Mike Pence is a good man and he makes me proud to be a Hoosier. He’s got my vote, if and when he ever needs it.
Sheldon “Whites-Only” Whitehouse is the dictionary definition of white privilege. Andrew Stiles and Matthew Foldi at the Washington Free Beacon delve into Whitehouse’s whiteness, which is just about the whitest whiteness a white man has ever whited. And Whitehouse’s staff is having trouble dealing with the sudden scandal, probably because they’re all white too.
Only one thing protects “Whites-Only” Whitehouse from the inevitable fate of anyone accused of racism in 2021 America: the (D) after his name. Democrats fought a war to keep black people enslaved, and over 150 years later, they’re still protecting the racists in their midst.
Speaking of Dems looking after their own, the 2021 Katie Hill Image Rehab Tour continues. A couple of weeks ago I told you about that ridiculous puff piece on Hill in the LA Times, which presented her as the victim of “revenge porn” instead of the workplace sexual predator she’s alleged to be. That piece was written by Seema Mehta, who was clearly trying out for a comms job with Hill. And now it looks like Mehta got a callback:
Yeah, Hill resigned after that. She didn’t resign because of that. Any “news” story about Hill that dances around the real reason she resigned is garbage. Which makes it perfect for the LAT.
Brian Stelter’s ratings on CNN are awful, but at least he’s got his book sales to fall back on. Right?
The Daily Mail says the updated paperback edition of Stelter’s dumb book sold a mere 1,738 copies in its first week, “despite Stelter's aggressive book tour.” But I’d argue the book tanked because Stelter went out there to promote it. The more people see of him, the less they like him. I’d actually be more likely to buy his crappy book if he promised to go away and never come back.
Even if you’re a Trump fan, you have to admit that his loss in 2020 isn’t so bad if it’s hurting guys like Stelter.
They miss him so much. They don’t know what to do without him.
Actor Michael B. Jordan got in trouble this week for launching a brand of rum called J'Ouvert, the name of which is apparently problematic and racist and so forth, for reasons that I’m sure are very good. So now he’s guilty of “cultural appropriation,” which is of course a horrible crime, and he’s scrapping the whole thing.
I’m sure Jordan didn’t mean to do anything wrong, but as he’s learning, good intentions are no excuse when the woke mob smells blood. The guy just wanted to drink some rum and party, and now he’s been scolded back to the drawing board.
The libs are starting to feed on each other — just ask Ellie Kemper — and I’d be lying if I said I don’t enjoy it. You’re never going to satisfy them, and they have no reason to stop. If you grovel to them, you deserve whatever you get.
I just started a subscribers-only discussion thread — sorry, non-subscribers, you gotta pay if you wanna play — to ask what you guys want me to write about. Subscriber Michael Turner was thoughtful enough to ask about the aftermath of my injury in Washington, DC back in 2010.
I’ve written about it here and there, but the short version is that I sued the State Department for crippling me, and over four years later they finally settled out of court. I ended up getting a lot less than I would have if I’d sued and won, but DC’s liability laws were completely stacked against pedestrians at the time.2 That’s why the State Department falsely claimed I was jaywalking when their agent hit me — I WAS NOT F***ING JAYWALKING — making it riskier for me to sue.
As for Mike McGuinn, the State Department security agent who ran me down as I was crossing the street and then claimed it was my fault, I have no idea what happened to him. I’d like to say I wish him no ill will, but that would hardly be honest.
So if you want to know why I don’t trust the government, no matter who’s running it: Government agents crippled me for life and then lied about it to cheat me out of what they owed me.
The surgeons did the best they could to fix my knee, but it’ll never have 100% function again. On good days I can walk without much of a limp, so I guess that’s something. It always hurts, but it’s manageable with Advil and topical analgesics and constant simmering resentment.3
I also got a few questions about the format of this newsletter, which I’m kinda playing around with. I’m aiming for 1,000-1,500 words about whatever interests me each day. Kinda blog-ish, but I’m putting it all in one place instead of cranking out a bunch of posts in a desperate attempt to get clicks. My goal is to put out one of these things each weekday at noon, and so far so good.
I’m trying to give you guys your money’s worth. And if you’re not paying me yet, I’m trying to make it good enough that you feel guilty for being a freeloader.
I’m going to keep bugging you people to watch Mr Inbetween on Hulu until you start listening to me. Each episode is a perfect, concise little short story, with nothing wasted. A little crime, a little comedy, a little drama, sometimes all three at once. Ray Shoesmith, the main character, somehow stays sympathetic no matter how many awful things he does. Apparently this current third season will be the last one. I hope Ray doesn’t get killed off, but also that’s probably the best way to end it.
Shang-Chi looks like it’ll be pretty decent:
But the fun part comes when the Gen Z kiddies discover the original ‘70s comics and start screaming about Marvel’s super-duper-racism. In the comics, white dudes are always calling Shang-Chi “Chinaman” and stuff, and his dad is literally Fu Manchu. #ProblematicAF! The younguns are gonna melt down, and it’ll be hilarious.
And to close out the week, a valediction from a fallen friend:
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The only people who say “Latinx” are dumb wokies or people who are trying to appeal to dumb wokies. Latin-Americans don’t use that term for themselves. Why would they?
Apparently the traffic laws in DC have been changed since then to favor pedestrians, not government employees, for all the good that does me.
And to the wonderful people who still use my accident to insult me because I refuse to kiss Trump’s ass: Bless your hearts.