Common Sense in an Uncommon World

Pity the man who bears the title of President of the United States, but must ask others if it is okay to take questions from reporters.

Pity the man who has more than once said he is going to be in trouble because he got off script.

Pity the man who must read from a teleprompter and occasionally thinks the words “Next screen” are part of his speech.

Pity the man who often speaks in disjointed sentences that make little sense, except when he is asked what flavor of ice cream he is eating.

Pity the man who forgets he is not supposed to be a racist and on a phone call, with a black cabinet member in the room with him, refers to the black man as his “boy.”

Pity the man whose life is so bland and without courageous events that he must plagiarize not just speeches, but also events from other people’s lives.

Pity the man who got a deferral from the military for his asthma and then became miraculously well enough to play college football.

Pity the man who said he had graduated first in his class at Syracuse Law School, when in fact he graduated 76^th out of 85 students.

Pity the man who finds it necessary to blame the death of his first wife and his daughter on the driver of the other vehicle, calling the man drunk.  The man was perfectly sober and the accident was his wife’s fault, but not in Joe Biden’s world.

Pity the man who, as president, lies so often that it keeps the White House busy explaining away his “misstatements.” 

Pity the man who had to be kept on track by British Prime Minister Boris Johnson’s touch on his arm and whispered comments during the G7 Summit.

Pity the man whose eyes closed and whose chin dropped to his neck as he dosed off during comments made by the Prime Minister of Israel  during their first meeting ((on camera).

Pity the man of whom President Obama’s defense secretary said that Biden has “been wrong on nearly every major foreign policy and national security issue over the past four decades.”

Pity the man, who when returning to the White House, wanders off onto the yard and has to be directed back to the walkway.

Pity the man, who, as the supposed “leader of the free world” was censored by the British Parliament, the first time a sitting president was ever so treated.

Pity the man, who, as President of the United States, was lectured by the President of France on our “moral responsibility” to bring home all Americans and those Afghans who gave our troops immeasurable help over the years.

Pity the man who felt great grief over the death of his beloved dog, but feels nothing for the Americans he and he only abandoned to the Taliban in Afghanistan.

Pity the man who is so out of touch with who he is supposed to be that during the solemn ceremony bringing back the caskets with our 13 servicemen recently killed in a suicide bombing in Afghanistan, he looked at his watch as each casket went by instead of saluting them, thus incurring the wrath of the soldiers’ families and the contempt of most servicemen and women.

Pity the man who has become the center of a new chant at college football games across the country, a chant of “F*** Joe Biden.”

Pity the emperor who has no morality, no mental acuity, and no clothes!  

But don’t pity him too much.  He has brought it all on himself!