Supreme Court & the Big Debate

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That is a verbatim statement from the GOP guy running for president. 

He was talking about one of his favorite gripes - not enough water pressure.

Don’t confuse it with his riveting ‘windmills cause cancer’ logic, but it’s one of the go-to problems that he’s going to solve.

We have a big week coming up!

The Supreme Court - which is about as un-supreme as anything could be is deciding if a president is immune from prosecution for all possible crimes.

Of course it is a ridiculous argument but if they somehow rule that a president can do whatever he wants without fear of being charged…

…then Biden should have a drone flying over the head of his opponent on Thursday.

Which brings us to the debate - which will be an absolute shit show.

There is zero chance that there will be any sort of intelligent debate regarding what Americans are facing.

The lies will be flying.

I’m expecting nicknames being strewn about and I have been imagining the debate prep meetings going on in Florida.

I’m sure there’s a huge white board where fancy new nicknames are being bandied about.

‘Crooked’ probably won’t work for Joe because of the felony convictions.

‘Sleepy’ won’t work either because of the long naps that were taken during the criminal trial that led to the felony convictions.

I’m sure that the new, exciting nickname will be a play on Biden’s age, and truth be told both candidates are way too freaking old.

I’m pushing 60 and I can’t imagine holding such a job.

My father-in-law has been good for about three hour stretches since he hit 75. Then he needs a nap.

People grow old.

Mental sharpness is certainly still achievable, but it’s not an every minute of the day trait.

Read that statement.

It’s nonsensical.

It was given to a group of would-be voters.

Perhaps it changed the minds of those who were undecided.

Yet I’ve already seen way too much coverage of the election.

A group of people wearing red hats were asked why the civil war started.

They had no idea.

“Didn’t we learn that in junior high?” I asked a couple of guys I went to school with. “Where were these people during those classes?”

We got dumb.

It’s gonna’ be a dumb week.

Nastiest nickname wins.

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