A short rant on Joe Bite Me.
Biden is 76 and would be almost exactly the same age I am right now (78+) on Inauguration Day if elected in 2020.
Now, I’ve had huge responsibilities, some pretty heavy authority, and life-changing experience in dangerous and national-security situations. Had to make some weighty decisions without complete knowledge and live with the consequences.
In my 40s, 50s, and 60s, I was prepped and fully qualified to make those decisions, and most of ‘em turned out quite well.
Today, however, I am slower to make up my mind on serious issues. Hell, I sometimes have a hard time deciding whether to wash the car or not. I wouldn’t want today’s me to make the decisions I had to make back 30 or 40 years ago.
And I don’t want any 78-yr-old sitting behind that Resolute Desk. And that includes Bernie, too. I’m not exactly comfortable with a DJT in his mid-to-late 70s there, either.
Biden looks to me like a touchy-feely friendly sorta guy who doesn’t really mean any harm but long ago passed his “use by” date. He strikes me as an impulse shopper in a market with too much cash and too many choices.
He’s probably harmless on the creepy or pedophile or fondler or date-rape spectrum, but I don’t think he can be trusted with the DeWars and the tricked-out classic ’65 Mustang.
On any given day, you ask me to name my favorite song or favorite book or favorite movie and I can guarantee you it’ll change . . . quickly and frequently. Today that song might be “The Devil Went Down To Georgia” and tomorrow become “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.”
Same for books – one day it’s Idylls of the King and the next it’s Catch-22. My all-time favorite movie remains The Godfather, but the runner-up might change daily from It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World to TORA! TORA! TORA! to Blazing Saddles to Broadcast News depending on what I had for breakfast and whether or not it’s raining.
Joe says what he thinks his audience wants to hear. He wants desperately to be relevant and sound informed and sagacious, but in truth he’s just an average guy wandering through life wanting people to like him . . . a hairless bipedal puppy with a wet nose and a leaky bladder.
I’m at the far opposite extreme from him on the physical scale—don’t like hugging, and other people’s children tend to annoy me more often than delight me. Point is, tho, that I have no business making big decisions affecting other people’s lives any more . . . and neither does he.