
I just yesterday was informed that Joe Biden “won” the election. My heart sank, as he seems to be a creep, a medical wonder who doesn’t age. I doubt he won more than a few states, that is, if any votes were actually counted. He’s run for president before, never causing more than a ripple. He’s not charismatic, the primary requirement for holding high office. He doesn’t turn anyone on, not even the kids he likes to fondle or the women whose shoulders he so creepily massages.
But then I thought … so what. The power that uncloaked on 3/11/2020 is far more infected in us and omnipresent than any elected official. Biden versus Trump wasn’t the worst choice ever, in my view. That would be 2000, and Gore versus Bush, closely followed by 2016 and Clinton versus Trump. Presidents these days are second-rate people. The process of historical revisionism makes it appear that the more distant a president in our past, the greater the person was. Even now this process is at work making Barack Obama into Rushmore material. At the book store a few days ago, I saw JFK’s bronzed image on a book that covers his life in the 1950s, prior to the 1960 election. I would assume he was just fooling around on the beach and mashing it up back then. His life was easy. PT109 was good writing, professional back story. It never happened. (For those too young to remember, the 1960 “election” was JFK versus Nixon, and was said to have been given over to JFK by means of fraud in Cook County, Illinois. That leaves us with the impression that regular vote counting went on everywhere else. Get real.)
(Richard Nixon, I must say, strikes me as an intelligent and interesting man, while George W. Bush seems very likeable. Sarah Palin is very charismatic, able to light up a room. They are not all bad.)






