They lied to you – again.
This time the Democrats and state-run media (but I repeat myself) have been telling you endlessly, for years, that Dementia Joe Biden was fit as a fiddle, sharp as a tack and absolutely at the top of his game.
It was yet another lie, in an endless string of the Ministry of Truth’s breathtaking whoppers.
It was the Big Lie of Big Lies, and they all knew it.
The fact that now they’re telling you they didn’t know that Biden was softer than a sneaker full of you-know-what is just the latest of their fantastic fibs.
In terms of Big Lies, the Joe-Biden-is-of-sound-mind tall tale was right up there with the Russian collusion hoax and the Hunter Biden-laptop-is-Russian-disinformation hoax. Not to mention every single thing they ever said about COVID.
Of course, if you’ve been reading this newspaper, or listening to my radio show, you’ve known about Biden’s senility for years. Every afternoon, if Biden hasn’t been sedated or placed in an iron lung somewhere, we play his latest incoherent ravings on the air.
Then, every month or so, I transcribe the best, er worst, of them, for a column here.
Joe’s dementia is not breaking news, unless you’re not paying attention. There are lies of commission – making stuff up. And then there are lies of omission — not reporting something in plain view. Biden’s senility falls into the latter category.
After the night that Joe’s lights went out in Georgia, Democrat staffer Chuck Todd said this on MSDNC:
“Biden looks like the caricature that conservative media has been painting.”
Caricature? Those sound and video clips we use aren’t some impressionistic painting. They’re real, always were. But as recently as the day of the debate, the agitprop talking heads were saying the devastating clips were “deep fakes” or “cheap fakes.”
Artificial Intelligence can do a lot, but AI can’t make Joe Biden say that a new bridge is going to cost “60 zillion dollars,” or that “We beat Medicare!”
I always wondered why practically no one else in the media was playing those cuts. They’re easy to find.
The RNC tweets out the best of Joe’s comic gold. Even the official White House transcripts can only cover up his senility so far. A couple of months ago, the transcript of a single Biden speech contained nine corrections.
Sean Hannity occasionally plays a few Brandon-isms. Before he was fired, Tucker Carlson once said that he knew he could make nightly sport of Biden, but that he felt sorry for him.
Sorry for him? You know I feel sorry for? Me, and you, and everybody else in the United States.
Biden has lately been the front man for the Deep State and its ongoing systematic, deliberate destruction of the greatest society in human history.
And we’re supposed to feel sorry for him?
Here’s an example of the media’s organized Big Lie campaign. This is from “Mourning” Joe Scarborough, three months ago, on his hero Joe Biden:
“He’s cogent but I undersold him when I said he was cogent. He’s far beyond cogent. In fact, I think he’s better than he’s ever been, intellectually, analytically. F-U if you can’t handle the truth… If it weren’t the truth, I wouldn’t say it.”
Move over Mike Barnicle! You have been out-Barnicled. In Pyongyang, Kim Jong Un can only dream of such obsequious bum kissing.
Then there’s the New York Times, the Bible of Very Fake News. This hagiography was from three years ago, but even then it was clear to anybody paying attention that there was absolutely nothing left between Biden’s ears.
“Before making up his mind,” the Times rhapsodized, “the president demands hours of detail-laden debate from scores of policy experts, taking everyone around him on what some in the West Wing refer to as his Socratic ‘journey’ before arriving at a conclusion.”
His “Socratic journey?” They probably gave themselves another Pulitzer Prize for that howler. But on Thursday night it seemed like Dementia Joe was less on a Socratic journey than on a Tim Leary trip – on LSD.
Every slobbering hack in state-run media could be called out for such prevaricating pap. And not just on Joe Biden. Recall how they genuflected before Dr. Fauci, or locally, before racist grifters like Monica Cannon-Grant and Racial, er Rachael Rollins.
All lies, and they knew it. But they didn’t care. And still don’t. The media hacks have no shame. The Democrat operatives with press passes are all in on whatever The Party tells them to write.
Hey, it beats working for a living.
The only Democrat operative who didn’t lie afterwards was Sen. Chris Coons, the chrome dome from Delaware, who’s known Biden since Corn Pop was a bad dude.
“His cognitive capabilities are as good as ever.”
Yes, they are. On Biden’s best day, which came around 1975, his intellect lit up the world like a three-watt bulb. His IQ was maybe 90, 95 tops.
But Biden always knew just enough to carry the water for whoever was calling the shots – first the pinky-ring unions, then the dodgy Delaware banks, and now, in his dotage, the Deep State.
All Brandon ever asked in return was the standard 10 percent. For the Big Guy.
Now Kamala Harris warms up in the bullpen. She flew west Friday and lauded Sen. Mark Kelly, who she said has “always delivered for the people of Nevada.”
Except that Mark Kelly is the senator from Arizona, not Nevada.
Let me address my final remarks to Dementia Joe — hang in there!
Don’t let ‘em run you out of the best assisted-living facility in the world – 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
They’re trying to do to you what the cannibals did to your Uncle Bosie. Don’t let them toss you down the stairs like you’re Jamaal Bowman or Bob Menendez.
Joe, if you could get arrested with Nelson Mandela, not to mention stare down Vladimir Putin 40 years ago, then you can damn well stand up to George Soros et al.
Please, don’t let Corn Pop down.
Thomas Friedman is a knucklehead columnist for The New York Times. He’s never been right about anything, not once.
No wonder he says Joe Biden is one of his best friends. Both were born with a silver foot in their mouths.
After the debate, Friedman wrote of his friend’s senescence, “It made we weep.”
It made me weep too – tears of joy.
Let’s Go Brandon!