(For naval types: No, that wasn't a typo in the title. Ships have conns. The Oval Office has a con. In every sense of that word. QED.)
Much has been made of the video purporting to be Gropey Dopey taking an off-the-cuff question in the White House driveway, to show how with-it and competent he is.
Find it, watch it, and draw your own conclusions.
I observe for the record, with a paltry 200+ motion picture and television production credits under my belt, and the pay stubs to prove it, that directors and lighting directors universally adore the perfect diffusion of overcast daylight, because you can't screw up a shot.
So when someone's hands waft through supposedly solid objects, his head disappears because someone's editing program can't tell a head from the sky, his suit edges look like he's walking through water because it's been ripped from the background and re-pasted in, and there's a faint green fuzzline along the shoulders of their suitcoat that only comes from a greenscreen overhead that wasn't on the White House lawn, wherever Mr. Fraudulent was or wasn't when answering questions, the video has undeniably been f**ked with.
Handwaving, mumbo-jumbo imprecations, and comments about not believing my lying eyes are not explanatory, at that point.
And even granting that the verbal exchange occurred, it begs the question: So why f**k with the video...?
Feel free to conjure an appropriate answer, but in a bunch that has plumbed new depths with lying as a profession and art form, clearly anything, conceivable or even inconceivable, is within the realm of the possible.
Personally, I do not think Gropey Dopey is deceased.
That would bring about President Kneepads, which is something for which no one but Kneepads longs. I put it to you: Token Diversity Hires never ascend to being CEOs. It's simply not done.
But Gropey Dopey drooling his pudding and wetting his Depends, which has probably been every day for months anyways, is perfect.
Carte blanche for Edith Wilson Biden and The Committee Of Wakanda Wokeness to get every bit of looney Leftist whacktardery they can imagine in their most fevered ecstasy, and no one to stop them. It also explains no press conferences, at least until they can drug him up and program him to give enough answers for the verisimilitude of competence, and get another six months of soft coup.
Behold, your new leader:
It cannot uphold the Constitution, but at least it can reproduce it with exquisite fidelity.
Cue the band to strike up Hail To The Thief.
BONUS: OddJob has obtained a copy of Gropey Dopey's weekly schedule for every week since Jan 25th, inclusive. You should go look at it.