Quote from: Brent on July 08, 2024, 11:32:32 AMAccording to a report published by Axios on Sunday, staffers prepare Biden for events by giving him verbal and visual instructions on how to walk to the podium.

The report – which contained images of the visual aids – shows a large print with the White House logo on top and then a photo of the path to the podium from backstage. In large print, it reads: "Walk to podium." Another print had a photo with large text that read: "View from podium" and "View from audience."

They are only doing what the skank whores of The View and Mika the whore demanded!

According to a report published by Axios on Sunday, staffers prepare Biden for events by giving him verbal and visual instructions on how to walk to the podium.

The report – which contained images of the visual aids – shows a large print with the White House logo on top and then a photo of the path to the podium from backstage. In large print, it reads: "Walk to podium." Another print had a photo with large text that read: "View from podium" and "View from audience."

Quote from: Prof Emeritus at Fawk U on July 08, 2024, 08:03:01 AMGeez, Biggie, you are being too kind.

I am simply hoping I can avoid his fate in my future.

What his family is doing to him is tragic

Geez, Biggie, you are being too kind.

Quote from: Biggie Smiles on July 08, 2024, 12:19:02 AMI know I've been a good man. Mostly. If one can overlook the torturous cruelty I happily and shamelessly inflicted upon those whom I will leave both noseless and nameless at this time.

And in my quest for comfort I find myself, wishing upon myself, some type of freakish accident which immediately incinerates me before the possibility arises that I too may suffer a fate as inconceivably cruel as the one you are enduring right now.

LMFBO!!!     

And dont worry, if you suffer the same fate as biden, rest assured you will never remember the indignity of shitting yourself over and over and over again! 

Mr Biden,

I dedicate the song below to you and declare here and now I feel a sickening sense of dread deep within my soul as my youth begins to fade. Can the love of my heirs be relied upon to lead me not into public humiliation; but instead strap me to a chair with pencils stuffed in my nostrils, facing a brick wall away from all forms of human contact should I decline to this level mental tragedy?

Can I rest easy in the thought of my future grandchildren circling the wagons around me, hurling objects at my motionless body for their own amusement as I sit there undisturbed by the tenets of reality with my bottom lip making ever more progress in it's journey to the soles of my shoes?

I know I've been a good man. Mostly. If one can overlook the torturous cruelty I happily and shamelessly inflicted upon those whom I will leave both noseless and nameless at this time.

I am simply at a loss to articulate how deeply troubled I am by your fate sir. And as I ponder my own end to this fleeting existence I find myself hoping with intense conviction that my past misdeeds do not return to haunt me as yours have undoubtedly arrived to haunt you. 

In a rather public spectacle.

And in my quest for comfort I find myself, wishing upon myself, some type of freakish accident which immediately incinerates me before the possibility arises that I too may suffer a fate as inconceivably cruel as the one you are enduring right now.

May God's mercy fall upon your tortured soul

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QeYke08Xuws