Happiness. It's relative.

We seem to be a bunch of people who can forget anything.
Give us enough time and enough intervening social media, and we can forget crazy people with axes storming the United States Capitol looking to hang Mike Pence. And somehow, remarkably, we can forget the guy who whipped up that horrible, violent, hideous frenzy and decide that, hey, maybe he ought to be president again. You know, because the other guy is so old.
Joe Biden is 81. Donald Trump is 78. They are both old. They have that in common.
Where they differ is that Joe Biden has led a life of public service, tells the truth, is able to organize a government comprised of truth-telling, competent people, does what he says he’s going to do, appeals to people’s higher principles, and has gotten a ton of very hard things done, not the least of which has been to bring the country and the economy out of the pandemic mess that it was when he took office. Unfortunately, he has a slight shuffle going when he walks – probably a bad back, sciatica, who knows – and that’s become the emblem of his supposed mental infirmity, you know, because he’s 81 after all.
Donald Trump is a crook, a liar, and a weirdly entitled elitist. He looks down on woman, people of color, people with disabilities, immigrants, and anyone whose looks he doesn’t like. He couldn’t be a less ethical person. But, you know, Joe Biden’s 81.
So, that’s our focus now. Old Joe’s age. Not the fact that the other candidate attempted to overthrow the government. This is crazy.
I’m going to work my tail off for Old Joe. My very old tail.
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Me, too. All I need to say to myself (and have repeated many times to certain of my friends) is “One-point-two million people died because of Covid mistakes.”
Yes. The offenses are so monumental – it baffles me how he would even have the nerve to run again.
Me too