The White House announcing a “lid” has become so common that it doesn’t make news. It’s usually in the afternoon, around nap-time for President Grumpy Gramps.
Over the weekend, Joe was dedicating the nuclear submarine named after his home state. He mentioned his wife Jill. The camera changed to focus on her and her expected smiling face. That happy look lasted about two seconds. Joe then announced that Michelle Obama had been the Vice President, and Dr. Jill’s face changed to a look of horror and recognition that her husband pooped his pants again. Intermixed with his gaffes and interpolations are interminable lies and denials that he said what he said. The “clean-up on aisle 46” is a daily occurrence.
The White House will announce another lid, likely today in the afternoon. Every day, what’s left of the gears in Joe’s head start grinding and Jill (or whoever is his nurse on duty) will need to lead Joe to a couch or a bed and tuck him in for his afternoon nap. Forget the gears — there’s nothing up there but a void and fading memories.
God Help Us.
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