So it is not the determinedly egregious, relentlessly rebarbative and profoundly unlikeable President Trump nor is it the sadly vague, increasingly attenuated and, alas, rather pointless former Vice-President Biden that is the problem. It's me.
The tendentious clip cited supra was but a small taste, a soupçon, of the huge or, to coin a phrase, hugely catalogue of gaffes, mis-speaks and, on occasion, actual drivel with which Mr. Biden has bemused us over the last several months. As for President Trump, it is a large question indeed whether this country will be able to fully repair the institutional damage wrought by four or, God forbid, eight years of his tender ministrations. I really don't like President Trump (perhaps you can tell). It's not a matter of his policies. I'm inclined to agree with quite a few of them. No, it's him, the actual him. To my mind, I can lay no greater charge against Donald J. Trump than the fact of his being Donald J. Trump. Perhaps you might think this line of thought shallow, emotional, and devoid of rationality. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm your typical voter.
My frustration knows no bounds that the best the Democratic Party could come up with out of a vast and actually pretty high quality field is Joe Biden who was once, long ago, in the remotest of pasts (alright, up to about eight years ago) a decent and, most days, a coherent politician. Of his decency, we may be reasonably content (
pace Ukraine), but I 'm afraid he has grown too old and frail to be the president of the United States and that a vote for him is really a vote for Senator Kamala Harris. I have the feeling we're being rick rolled here. I guess I'll vote for the guy anyway (or more precisely for her) and will just have to hope for the best. (At least there's the chance the riots will magically disappear if the Democrats get into the White House… Oh, sorry, white House.)
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