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Joe Biden Admits He's a Gaffe Machine, Insists He's Presidential Material for 2020
Oh, that Joe Biden (see Biden on Texas Shooting HERO: He Should Have Never Had That Gun and Biden Weighs in On Anthony Weiner. And It’s Perfectly Hilarious.). The former Vice President was asked about running in 2020. About how he's a gaffe machine, old, "out of touch in the era of Me Too," and being a general creep.
Here's the presidential hopeful tossing sincerity right out the window.
“I am a gaffe machine, but my God what a wonderful thing compared to a guy who can’t tell the truth. I’m ready to litigate all those things, the question is what kind of nation are we becoming?
I’ll be as straight with you as I can. I think I’m the most qualified person in the country to be president."
The derp here is almost enough to make you feel bad for the creeper. Not bad enough to give up a booming economy. Or Justices' Gorsuch and Kavanaugh. Or Justice Amy Barrett once people finally realize Ruth Bader Ginsberg died in 2017 and has been Weekend and Bernie's-ing it. But if Biden ran in 2016, he'd probably be president right now. The Democrat Party threw him under the bus because Hillary Clinton was the one with a vagina. Which, now that I said those words out loud...
More likely, Hillary just had files and folders filled with blackmail material. Par for the course, really. So Biden had to go, Hillary had to be swept in. Lest damning information spilled from her compromised servers.
But since Hillary lost, now Crazy Uncle Joe is forced to turn his embarrassing ways with words and facts into a positive. Not unlike loading a double-barrel shotgun and firing both shots in the air to scare off a baddie.
Seriously, Mr. Vice President. Time to let it go. Enjoy your tapioca on the front porch.