I get that sometime, the Presidential Campaign is the silly season, but after this story, I want to become a hermit and living in a cave:
It could have been a scene out of the romantic thriller “The Bodyguard,” except the hero of the moment in this case was not a trained agent but Jill Biden.
The sequence began as former vice president Joe Biden was delivering his victory speech in Los Angeles, thanking his supporters for his Super Tuesday comeback.
Suddenly, a protester rushed the stage wielding a “Let Dairy Die” placard. With the vegan protester just a few feet from her husband, Jill Biden clutched her husband’s right hand and interposed her body between him and the woman lunging at him.
About 10 seconds later, another anti-dairy industry protester stormed the stage. Reacting with lightning speed, the former second lady swung around, extended her arms, grabbed her by the wrists and then blocked her with a stiff-arm.
First, let me say that I am happy that no one, including the protesters were hurt, and major props to Jill Biden on being a MAJOR badass.
Still, I long for the days of simple decorum and civility, like the 1968 DEMOCRATIC CONVENTION IN CHICAGO.
I want a campaign with real discussions of the issues, and what are we getting? Lunging bloody vegans?
If the campaign remains this sort of crap show, it plays to Donald Trump’s strengths, since he is Mister carapshow. (Not blaming the Biden campaign here, I am talking about the whole sad spectacle).
We’ve had 2 billionaires (Steyer, Bloomberg) try to buy the nomination , one candidate (Yang) running on the slogan “I for one welcome our new robot overlords”, a man (Hickenlooper) who literally drank fracking fluid, Mr. “Hiking the Appalachian Trail” (Sandford), Oprah’s “Spiritual Advisor” (Williamson), and Tulsi Gabbard.
Tell me that this is not unbelievably screwed up.
This reminds me of Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus (Caligula) appointing his favourite horse Incitatus to the Senate.