The following is a the first three of a six-part series to help readers understand how we got where we are in terms of the race for the Presidency.
Part I: Joe Joe the Performing Monkey
It was late September of 2023 as I watched as President Biden, AKA Joe Joe the Performing Monkey, stumble across the stage, awkwardly saluting the audience; his handlers trying to coax him off the right side, lest he fall or look more lost than usual. As he reeled his head around, you got the Crypt Keeper perspective of the man, that side view of his long hair vainly attempting to cover his eerie withered skull. The Brazilian President watched him with a mix of awe and fear…the trepidation that he might stumble and die in front of him. Joe Joe’s walk is that of a man fifteen years older than him, a combination of an uncomfortable adult diaper and an inability to know where his feet are at any moment. A part of me wonders if he is going to fall, another part of me hopes it might happen. Another part thinks that if he were a dog, we would be wondering how long it would be before we had to put him down. Where is Kristi Noem when you need her?
I think of him as a mildly trained monkey because he oozes a lack of control. This isn’t about him tripping over his own two feet. The man moves with a Frankenstein’s monster level of grace. Joe salutes imaginary people at random, as if it is a nervous gesture. He often holds out his hand for a shake from invisible people. He has handlers whose primary role is to guide him to his next location. They now use the short stairs for him to board Air Force One; yet we are led to believe that everything is okay. My mind goes to Kevin Bacon in Animal House holding up his hands and saying, “All is well!”
There is a Ron Burgundy quality to Joe Joe, a feeling that he will read whatever is on a teleprompter, as evidenced in July 2022 when he read,” End of quote, repeat the line,” in a speech. Stalin said it that it didn’t matter who votes, but who counts the votes. With Joe Biden it is a case it doesn’t matter who is speaking, what matters is who writes the script for the teleprompter. In this case, that unseen and unnamed person is setting US policy, which is far more disturbing.
I rubbed my temples at the imagery, hoping it will ease the angst, though I know that isn’t likely. Politics in the US has gone down a dark and twisted road, one of potholes in the truth and with angry logs that block the way. I swear I can almost smell the Ben Gay and dribbles of chalky Ensure right through the television when Joe Joe is on. Like so many Americans, I paused and try to make sense of the noise, only to have it blur into a symphony of madness. He locks up sometimes, practically screaming for someone to hit his reset button. Other times he is rambling on like Britney Spears—reminding us that there was a reason her father was her conservator. Then there are the creepy whispers he does, leaning in like a man trying to lure children into his van that is marked “Free Candy.” Unlike Britney, no one is screaming, “Free Joe!” mostly out of fear of what an unguided and uncontrolled and unleashed Joe Joe might be like.
When Iran was contemplating an attack on Israel, Biden offered them a single word, “Don’t!” He paused, making us wonder if he was going to say more, or if he had merely forgotten what was to follow that word. Is it any wonder our enemies feel emboldened?
In the middle of Biden’s fourth year of being the puppet-in-command, millions are suffering from the worst case of buyer’s remorse in America’s history. It leaves one wondering one thing, how did we get here.
Part II: Joe Biden – A Product of His Own Feeble Imagination
Is Biden really running for President again? How could people support such a mental and physical basket case, a hollow husk of a man? What kind of person thinks this is the best man to represent our country?
His own backstory is a jumble of lies and distortions. Joe attended a black church in high school, a rarity for a working class white boy. He was raised in a synagogue, making him one of the most well-rounded presidents from a religious perspective. His grandfather was a coal miner. For a period of time, Joe drove an 18 wheeler. In his youth, presumably sometime just after the Civil War, he stood up to the quasi-imaginary villain, Corn Pop. Joe fought segregation and was arrested during a civil rights protest.
In college, he said that he was on the verge of being a football star who was destined to play in the pros as a walk-on player. Joe Joe was appointed to the Naval Academy in 1965. He turned that down because Roger Staubach was going to play there. According to his crumbling mental resume’ he earned three undergraduate degrees, went to school on a full scholarship, graduated at the top of his law school class, and went on to be a professor at the University of Pennsylvania, before getting into politics.
His son Beau was a war hero who he claims died in combat. His other son Hunter is the smartest guy that Joe knows. He’s a family man, as long as you forget his granddaughter from Hunter’s sexcapades. He’s a devout Catholic, who is pro-abortion. If he were a fictional character, no one would believe that he is where he is.
Of course all of these are lies, told by the President of the United States throughout his less-than-illustrious career. And these are only the lies of his youth. Joe has spun so many webs of lies that it is impossible for us to know who he really was in his formative years.
The lies didn’t stop there. One could craft a book, albeit a boring one, about the lies he has spat out during the 2020 election and beyond.
We have all come to see that all politicians lie, but Joe Joe’s are on a level that are staggering. He was booted as a candidate in 1987 for his blatant lies. Rather than turn to the truth, Joe Joe and his cronies came up with a better way of dealing with his alternate histories. They simply coerced the mainstream media to not cover the distortions of the truth. If not one points out the truth, calls out the liar, then no one is offended.
Who Biden really is remains cloaked by his distortions. He claims to be a working man, but has spent the majority of his life in politics, suckling at the government teat. The man of the people drives a Corvette convertible on those rare occasions when the Secret Service feels lucky enough to allow him behind the wheel. He owns two mansions, one of which is on the beach. The electorate are supposed to believe that he has obtained all of this wealth legitimately, on meager government salaries.
He is propped up, turning the White House into some twisted version of Weekend at Bernies. He is trotted out when his med levels are high enough that he can form sentences to weave a folksy tale whose only connection to reality exists in the dark recesses of his rotting brain. It begs to question who is really pulling the strings on this withered puppet, but in the end, that doesn’t matter. It isn’t one person, but an unelected court of handlers, who struggle daily to push a progressive agenda and prevent him from saying something stupid. A Court of Fools have the ultimate Democratic President, one that will do whatever he is told.
Trying to find the real Joe Biden is a disappointing exercise. Most of us would prefer to know what the cocktail of drugs he takes to be mobile, and if they are covered under our health insurance plans. In reality, he’s inconsequential to the political mix. He’s a front, a stage prop, for the bureaucracy in DC known as the Deep State. Like a virus, they thrive in an environment where no one is really in charge. Keeping Biden in place ensures they remain in position. He’s the mindless host to their dark symbiotic relationship.
The Democrats love him because there is no will for him to push back on whatever Wile E. Coyote-esque scheme they have concocted to have him run for a second term. The first time around, Biden ran on a platform of uniting the American people. He omitted the part that they needed to be united under the Democratic Party’s boot heel. There was never an intention of uniting the country; that much has been made clear.
The reality is that the contemporary Joe Joe Biden only exists because of Donald Trump. Without Trump, he would have been sidelined to an index of failed American politicians. Hillary would have won, probably twice, leaving Biden to wither in the dustbin of history. He longs to take Trump out behind the woodshed, as long as the Secret Service show him where that is. Trump is the reason he gets up in the morning.
Thus, it is necessary to peel the complicated onion that is Donald J. Trump to comprehend Joe Biden.
Part III: Trump’s Rise to Power
I contend that the creation of Donald Trump as President began in 2011 at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner. He was forged there, at the hands of the most popular Democrat since FDR, Barack Obama. President Obama roasted Trump over his demands to produce Obama’s birth certificate. He humiliated Trump on a stage where there was no possible rebuttal. Trump is not a person that sees humor in a roast of his character. If you watch the video, you can see the seething rage on his face. The Democrats had poked the beast, a man they did still do not fully understand. To them it was mean-spirited fun, but the fuse had been lit on the time bomb that was Donald Trump. From that moment on, Trump would strike back by becoming, not only president, but one of the greatest American president’s ever.
“Normal” politicians can be understood and anticipated. Their behaviors are easily comprehended. Most don’t take things personally. They know the wicked game they play. Like most lower-forms of life, they are vicious animals that act in their own interests, with little morality or sense of values. Power and money drive everything to the contemporary politician. That’s how a freshman congressperson can come in with $40k in student loan debt, and in four years’ time, be a millionaire. The waters of the Washington swamp are corruptive, they ooze into whatever soul a politician may have, however small, and twist them to fit a mold—a mold of obedience and servitude to the almighty party narrative.
Trump wasn’t a politician though. Try as they might; they couldn’t control him, or contain him. He refused to play by their rules. Trump was a force of nature. He stomped the earth. He swore like a sailor. His language was crude and he meant what he said. He made comments that would have made a Marine vet blush. Trump crafted nasty nicknames at those that took shots at him.
Their response was one that had always worked in the past. They labeled him everything under the sun; racist, misogynist, homophobe, transphobe, xenophobe…nothing was left to chance. Trump simply ignored the labels, something counter to what any politician would have done. He refused to apologize for any remark he made in his past, which only infuriated the left and their media lapdogs even more. When they had reached their crescendo of frustration, Trump would often double down on what he said, lobbing verbal kerosene on a raging inferno.
Having failed on the smear campaign front, they went right to the filing cabinet labeled “Outright lies.” At one point in his first campaign, in a single week, Trump was an agent of white supremacists, the Russian government, the Chinese government, and even was charged with being the worst possible thing – a closet Democrat! The lies came at him in waves, lapping up on his wrinkled skin, but he never wavered.
Each attack only gave Trump more resolve – toughening him. In their efforts to crush him, the Democrats made Trump stronger.
Trump was destined for the office of the Presidency. People felt they knew him, thanks to The Apprentice. His persona was that of a quick-minded leader, someone that could read others quickly and was willing to make the right decisions regarding them. Despite being wealthy, there was a plainness in the way that Trump spoke. Where other politicians had communications staffs that polished every turd that flows from their mouths, Trump simply chose to communicate directly to the people. He used Twitter like a scythe, sweeping aside detractors with efficiency.
It infuriated the mainstream media. They had long seen themselves as the gatekeepers of what Americans saw and how they should think. Trump went around them, leaving them impotent in the process. Their solution was the most orchestrated and coordinated smear campaign reminiscent of WWII Axis leaders. Every sentence that Trump uttered or typed was framed with him being a misogynist, a racist, a bigot, or any other unappealing label they could fabricate.
Their support was behind Hillary Clinton, the wicked witch of the north. She had credentials, and a long list of dead people around her. The media had all but coroneted her. Hillary’s biggest obstacle was that she was Hillary Clinton. Beyond the debacle at Benghazi, she was seen as heartless and ruthless, a combination that rarely brings out a person’s positive traits. Worse yet, Hillary believed that she was owed the Presidency, that it in some way belonged to her. Where her opponent felt he had to work to get the job, Hillary wanted to forge a Clinton dynasty and that the job was hers.
Politics in America is akin to making sausage. It is vile, nauseating to watch, but the end product can be a smoky-spicy delight. There were rules, unspoken, but accepted by all parties. Going after a political opponent has always been fair game. Speaking out against their family was also fair in recent years, but often came with backlash. One rule was never broken, you never went after the supporters of a candidate. Even when George Wallace ran, you didn’t target the people that supported a candidate.
Hillary, donning her best Wicked Witch of the West look, went after Donald Trump’s supporters, relegating them into, “A basket of deplorables, beyond redemption.” Most people that use the quote, leave off the “beyond redemption” but it was the most evil part of what she said. For Hillary, a person that paid for the crafting of the Steele Dossier, it was somehow accepted by the Democrats as a fair blow. After all, they loathed Trump the way that young children hate liver and onions. They saw Hillary as ordained to get the Presidency. All would be forgotten once she was rightly anointed as the first female American President.
In their excitement of potentially shattering an imaginary glass ceiling they failed to understand that targeting Trump’s supporters only galvanized them further behind their candidate. She had violated the cardinal rule of not attacking the electorate, such was her hubris. Her actions solidified Trump’s base. They were now under attack as he was. They wore the deplorable badge with pride. Trump was no longer alone, they were in the fight with him.
Then Trump committed the ultimate crime. He beat Hillary Clinton fair and square. The leftists had already slotted their dowager queen for the presidential throne. It was ordained from on-high. Hillary was to be the first female President, and Trump had stolen that from them. I remember watching their anguish election night/morning and feeling great satisfaction. Trump had beat the odds and had fairly won the Presidency. Their tears gave me immense joy because it showed that the election system worked.
The media and their own pundits laid the blame at Trump’s feet, but in reality, they had run one of the most unlikeable people on the planet for the office. Donald was nowhere near her when she stumbled and appeared to faint during a medical incident. He wasn’t the one that labeled half of the country as deplorable. Trump wasn’t there when she had refused to send help to Benghazi. They refused to see that they had run and backed a candidate that made Cruella Deville look like the makeup counter person at Macy’s. No, the reason she lost was Trump, and he had been helped by the Russians.
In her political dying gasps, Hillary set the stage for Trump’s presidency. First, she claimed that he won due to Russian interference. In her feeble and darkly twisted brain, only a foe like Russia could explain how she could have lost. Besides, her people had already crafted fake evidence to show such a connection. Then she uttered one word to her supporters, a word that rang like a bell and gave them their marching orders. Hillary said, “resist,” to the Democratic base, and they mindlessly obeyed. The queen-that-never-was had spoken, and her minions became empowered. For the first time in American politics, a loser for the presidency called for her followers to undermine the person who had legitimately won.
