Pay No Attention To That Doddering Senile Fool With The Nuclear Football

DNC Unveils New Campaign Theme

After last night's explosion of the Hindenberg as it crashed onto the Titanic just before it ran aground beneath the explosion of Mt. Vesuvius, and was then subsumed by a tsunami of biblical proportions, we are in some quandary about where, in this Clowncarnucopia of Fail, we ought to begin.

But begin we shall.

First, the obvious. We've said since the (S)Election, if not the nomination, that the DNC would have two great paralyzing fears about Emperor Poopypants in the White House, backed up by Senator Kneepads:

1) What if he doesn't make it to 2024?

2) What if he does?

Both calamities have now come crashing down around their heads, in one single 90 minute debate.

Let's look at the tape:

And that's all that needs to be said about that. Trump crushed Biden with one line:

"I have no idea what he just said. Neither does he."

Just to be sure we weren't dreaming, we checked half a dozen hard core DNC websites. We found the following picture from the debate on all six sites.

The Washington Post noted today that they hadn't
seen anything like this debate since Abraham Lincoln
 caught a play at Ford's Theater in 1865.

No small number of Dumbocrat leaders, not least of whom the Cabinet, are suddenly mulling the necessity of invoking Article XXV of the Constitution, and removing Biden from office for mental incapacity.

The trouble they face there is the immediate 200 congressional hearings that will follow like day follows night, asking "What did you know about Biden's profound senile dementia, and when did you know it?"

Because they can't pretend it only kicked in Wednesday night. We, along with any 500 other blogs, have regularly noted that Poopypants was gravely mentally decrepit even before the election, and he wasn't even in full possession of his marbles before 2020, nor even as Vice President, where the merest chance of his accession to power served to quell any thought of removing his predecessor, Hopey Dopey the Ist, by any means. Biden was, on his best day in middle age 40 years ago, nothing more than a lying midwit, and the decline has been even less kind to him.

And in light of last night's performance, even though they are loathe to discuss national security measures, Biden's obvious incapacity has forced the Pentagon to reveal the hitherto secret contents of the supposed "nuclear football" a rotating stable of military aides carry one step behind POTUS for the last 50-60 years:

Not to be outdone, the White House Communications Office has rushed out press kits assuring the nation, and hurriedly assuring at least eight other nuclear powers that Emperor Poopypants' finger is nowhere near any nuclear trigger, by showing off the only hotline on the Resolute desk in the Oval Office:

Unfortunately, and in deadly seriousness, Al Queda, Hamas, Hezbollah, Abu Sayyf, and 50 other terrorist heavy hitters just got a great look at how fucktardedly senile Poopypants is, and that only leads to Interesting Times, in a Chinese curse sort of way.

And the second most obvious question set now is, how long has Biden been a potted plant with legs, how long have they known this, and WhoTF has been running the country in fact for the last 4 years?

Which discussion, at long last, rubs the noses of 70,000,000 idiot Dumbocrat voters into the following:

And after foisting an obvious halfwit on us for years and years, knowing full well that he was incapable of decisions regarding any number of important things, nobody's going to give them a mulligan the second time, no matter with Sen. Kneepads lying in wait, and two dozen assorted wingnuts in the Evil Party pining for the days to come, and thinking this is now their big break.

This is going to lead to a DNC cage match, followed by a Full Monty Python finish line ending.

Pass the popcorn. Even if it's just rigged pro wrestling theater, it's still fun to watch. This is going to be great good fun. 

Prediction

Here Comes Joe Pedo!

Woodschlock 2024

 h/t Odd Job

Clown World: Top Of The Heap

 h/t to JW's comment

The Beauty Of Physics

Focus, Please

Crossword Clue: Flightless Turd

 h/t WRSA

Every Silver Lining Has A Cloud

 h/t Eaton Rapids Joe

Candor and Clarity

Secret Service Codename: Depends

Special Delivery

"Weeble is DOWN! Weeble is DOWN!"

 

Just another day at the office for doddering senile Emperor Stumblefuck Poopyants. The guy's taken more falls than the Bonano crime family. Gravity is not his friend, and his continued puppet regime constitutes at least 100 counts of elder abuse by those pulling his strings, per day.

WH spokesholes pointed out that the president was checked afterwards, and reported that his mental and physical status remains exactly where it's been for years.

Which is exactly the entire problem.

Take a listen to the pure gibberish he spewed from the podium, which had nothing to do with a sandbag, and everything to do with tapioca where his brain is supposed to be:

He's physically unfit, and mentally borders on retardation. And if you think this bouncing potato got 81M votes from anyone, I've got a bridge for sale, cheap.

Everything he's touched from January 20, 2021 onward is moot and illegitimate, from laws and EOs signed to SCOTUS appointments, and it needs to be repeated until it knocks down the wall of lies surrounding this entire fraudulent kakistocracy.

Easter Greetings From Emperor Poopypants!

"I can hide my own Easter Eggs!"
source image: Diogenes Sarcastica

Emperor Poopypants Still Naked

 

Just Another Day In Chiquitastan

 

If TPTB are going to prop up this glistening turd and fraudulent pretender for another two and a half years, they're going to need to buy him an airplane that can land on its belly, and drop a handicapped ramp with foam rubber lining, so he can get into the plane without doing a faceplant every two minutes.

If it were up to me, I'd hire commercial tuna fisherman to snag and yank him from the ground with stout poles, and gaff hook him into the hatch, but I'm sentimental like that.

Someone suggested a body harness and a winch, but the WH staff were concerned about squeezing all the stored up pudding out of his Depends on national TV.

Sad, Yet Hilarious

 If you haven't yet seen it, Emperor Poopypants is seen here so gobsmackinglyly senile that he was trolled by a caller into self-parody (not that he needs any help to self-parody, and yet...)

"Let's go Brandon! I agree."

You're literally watching his brains (of which he hadn't any to spare decades ago, when he was still relatively mentally functional) melt before your very eyes, like an ice cream cone on a hot day in July. If he wasn't sitting behind the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office and answering the phone there, it would be comedy.

But no, we're supposed to believe >wink wink< he pulled more votes than Obama.

Pull the other one, it's got bells on it.

As it is, it just underlines what a doddering and mentally helpless old fool he is, and you have to wonder how much actual day-to-day control of the entire government has devolved to his chief of staff, Lady Macbeth (pictured), and the other cast of junior assistant assclowns, all with their hands up his ass or pulling his strings most days, and just how totally cluelessly and easily he could be encouraged to launch nukes at American soil, proclaim eggplant a breakfast cereal, bomb Cleveland, declare himself Emperor, or hop around the West Wing in a giant pink bunny suit, convinced it's April and he's the Easter Bunny.

Never mind. Question answered. h/t Irish