“Oh, come on,” you thought. Does Jill Biden really think we were going to buy the claptrap that her husband, when he was President Joe, worked hard? A grandma who gets up at 4:30 AM, does two loads of laundry, preps the meals for the day, works out, makes coffee, feeds the chickens, checks the markets, scrolls for news, and gets ready for work does more than Joe ever did on the majority of days he was in office.
So this lame attempt to bend back a 24/7 news cycle with their new crisis public relations manager won’t convince Democrats, much less the folks arrayed on the Trump side, that Joe was ever anything other than a geriatric grift grabber who used his job to wring dollars from whoever he could.
They will try, but can’t shake the fact that Americans clearly see him as a greedy and dirty old man who punked the American public into paying for him to go on vacation for 40% of his presidency while his son shook down despots.
Joe did whatever his far-left handlers and aides told him to do.
Joe served whomever paid the bills: China, Ukraine, Russia, Kazakhstan, or … Iran.
And it was disastrous for America.
He looked the other way while his remaining kids and daughter-in-law's lives were imploding from drug abuse and grief, and believed that him running for president was the salve they all needed. Good gawd.
By now, you’ve probably heard about Joe and Jill’s visit to “The View,” where the coven of fawning females ooh’d and ahh’d over every gesticulation, murmur, pause, and “Well…” Joe uttered for the hour-long snooze fest.
The only reason anyone tuned in was to find out whether Joe’s go-juice would last long enough.
Spoiler alert: it didn’t.
If Joe Biden’s appearance on The View was supposed to show people that he was mentally fit to hold office for the next four years, it has accomplished the exact opposite
— Ian Miller (@ianmSC) May 8, 2025
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I know one-year-olds who could speak with more cogency and alacrity than Joe.
Eventually, Jill was called out to receive the adoration of the besotted audience. They applauded when Jill told everyone just "how hard" Joe had worked, even though we all saw the 11 a.m. "lids" his handlers called on a daily basis (read more about this in my other piece nearby).
The people who wrote those books were not in the White House with us. And they didn't see how hard Joe worked every single day. I mean, he'd get up. He'd put in a full day, and then at night he would – I'd be in bed, you know, reading my book, and he was still on the phone, reading his briefings. Working with staff. I mean, it was nonstop
And Joe worked really hard. I think he was a great president. And if you look at things-if you look at things today... Give me Joe Biden, anytime”
Let' s break that down.
"I mean, he'd get up," she enthused, despite the fact that unless you're dead or infirm, everyone gets up every morning. Huzzah!
And then at night, "I'd be in bed...and he was still on the phone, reading his briefings...working with staff." She said those last two things together, as if someone was reading his briefings to him on the phone, in their personal quarters or bedroom.
I know what Jill's thinking. She's thinking that Joe "works hard" for a cadaver.
The American people’s disgust with this grifter is palpable. It is in direct proportion, however, to the muted guilt we may feel for picking on a guy who lost the plot a long time ago.
But he’s forced our hand, and to the extent that I feel disgust with this grifter, I am repulsed by his and his wife’s inconceivable expectations that he is so beloved that all will be forgiven in due time for this wretched man’s perfidy.
He and Jill plan to write tell-all books to generate an estimated $30 million to set up Joe with 24-hour visiting angels who will tolerate him swimming nude and hitting on them while Jill goes to Bali with the grandkids.
Those books will be read by few and believed by fewer. So desperate are they to rehabilitate their image, which was always in tatters, that they will say, write, and do anything to pull their reputations out of the crapper, just to rake in a few more shekels.
