Having seen recent performances of Presidentish Joe Biden, I can’t help but pity the man.
Mostly I have had little but contempt for him, and felt that he deserves whatever he got. But in recent days, I can’t help thinking that man no longer exists. Dementia, Alzheimer’s, I don’t know what it is, but it destroyed that person, leaving nothing but a shell.
And it’s hard to express how cruel I think it is, displaying that shell like a sideshow freak, so that the resulting live action remake of “Weekend at Bernie’s” will keep his handlers in power a little while longer.
I keep expecting to see John Cleese and Michael Palin doing the Dead Parrot Sketch over his head. For that reason, from now on I’m more likely than not to refer to him as Presidentish Norwegian Blue.
They shouldn’t play Hail to the Chief when he comes in. Instead, they should have a line of guys in brown robes, beating themselves in the head with a board…
♪Pies Iesu Domine,
Dona eis requiem…♫