The 2020 Presidential Election is slowing coming to its execrable end. Joe Biden showed up in Scranton, Pennsylvania, which he claims as his hometown, wearing a mask and speaking through a megaphone. It was a pitiable sight and a stark contrast to the Trump rallies.

Yesterday, Victory Girls’ Kim wrote about the cranking up of old Joe’s gaffe machine, but more importantly, she wrote about the shameful abuse of Joe Biden, the doddering old fool. From her post:

Apparently the lure of becoming First Lady is more important to “Dr. Jill” than her husband’s well-being. As for the Democrat Party — it’s of utmost importance that they regain power, more than any concern they might have for Joe Biden. After all, he’s actually expendable. Once his mental faculties diminish even further, President Biden will give way to President Kamala Harris. She will usher in the progressive utopia they’ve been dreaming about since the days of Woodrow Wilson.

So spare me the self-righteous posturing about how crass and unpresidential President Trump may be sometimes. At least with him, what you see is what you get. With Joe Biden, the Democrats are trying to pull off one of the biggest con jobs ever foisted upon American voters.

Preach on, Sister Kim. I have said, often, that everyone involved in this campaign, beginning with Dr. Jill, should be charged with elder abuse.

So, why did Joe show up in his mask with his megaphone in Scranton today? I think it was the political version of a memory box used for Dementia patients. Give him something familiar to do, keep it simple and non-threatening.

Joe visited the home he lived in as a child, a neighbor, and Hank’s Hoagies trailing two of his grandchildren. There were, maybe two or three hundred people lining the street in his old neighborhood. When he next stopped, he appeared to be in an alley, where he was socially distant, but kept his mask on. Then, he grabbed his official Biden/Harris megaphone and addressed the crowd. Below is the video:

It looked absolutely ridiculous. Think about it. Joe stands in an alley, socially distant, constantly, and I mean constantly, fiddling with his mask, speaking into a megaphone. I couldn’t hear about 90% of what old Joe said. I do not that he told the crowd about being born in Mercy Hospitall how they had to move when “things fell apart” and a story about his great-grandfather, Edward Blewitt being elected to something. He was an old man telling old man stories. He is like a Chatty Cathy doll. Pull the string and a rote story comes out. He obviously cannot deal with new information. Even stranger, is that he spent the last few weeks shouting into a microphone, and then, he talks softly into the megaphone.

Compare that to any Donald Trump rally. Huge enthusiastic crowds, high tech video screens, and yes, Donald Trump has a stump speech, but he more than often doesn’t stay on script very long. My favorite part is the Trump dance at the end to the Official White People Party Song, “YMCA”. I love a man who doesn’t take himself too seriously.

It is sad and pitiable to watch Scranton Joe. On the other hand, I have waited four years to vote again for Donald J. Trump. Vote Trump 2020!

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