Power of being POTUS

The country is upside-down, backwards and confusing, like clothing turned inside-out and tangled up with your spouse's tidy whities. Pedophilia is being nudged onto us (for now) by Democrats; Antifa is actually Protifa; sports have become political as politics becomes a blood sport. Literally, at times.

The country seems to be at a crossroads, and like every presidential election in the past, this one is the most crucial and could mean thriving or barely surviving.  

The Democrats should have taken Joe Biden by the hand last year and gently told him it's time to pack it in. Time to enjoy the rest of his twilight years and just sit back and babble to Jill, his wife and not his sister-that's another lady. 

But perhaps it's Jill Biden who is pushing Sleepy Joe to run for POTUS.  Maybe there's a charm. Lucky Charms is a sugary cereal. Joe likes cereal but not cereal killers like that lady who President Obama spoke with in her Cheerios bath or whatever it was. Glowell? I don't remember. 

I wonder, did she eat the cereal because it could make her sick if she actually used soap in her bath.

Did Obama wash her back? That would've gotten him in trouble, like holding a child's shoulders and sniffing her hair, then kissing her mother even though her husband is watching, because you're the Vice President and that's a big f***ing deal.

I forgot what I wanted to--by God, is he still doing the, uh, the,you know. C'mon man. I'm not joking.