News that I missed, courtesy of The Babylon Bee:
WILMINGTON, DE—After several bungled teleprompter incidents over the past few hours, the Biden campaign is reportedly attempting to ensure the presidential candidate can always read the script provided to him and will never be without it by installing a state-of-the-art teleprompter screen on his aviator glasses.
“Now, we’ll be able to feed Joe his script wherever he goes,” said one aide as she typed up both Biden’s off-the-cuff responses and the reporter’s hard-hitting questions for his next interview. “Sometimes, he turns around and forgets to face the camera or just stares up at the birds, and we have to hold up a wig or snap our fingers to get his attention, like, ‘Here Joe! Over here, boy! Who’s a good boy!’, stuff like that. Now, we can be sure that whether he’s tracking a butterfly or wistfully staring at a nice head of hair in the crowd, he’ll be able to remember his lines.”
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Don’t you go makin’ fun of old Joe. He be our man. He don’t know what goin’ on and neither do we. Nobody know what goin’ on. That why we like him.
St. Matthew’s Gospel chpt. 22 comes to my mind when I contemplate Uncle Joe. The forlorn politican who shows up…sort of.
11And the king went in to see the guests: and he saw there a man who had not on a wedding garment. 12And he saith to him: Friend, how camest thou in hither not having a wedding garment? But he was silent. 13Then the king said to the waiters: Bind his hands and feet, and cast him into the exterior darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. 14For many are called, but few are chosen.
Maybe Uncle Joe was out on the highway or in the hedge. (Luke 14:23).
Scripture is tricky that way. (And I only mention it because the contrast between Luke and Matthew has always fascinated me.)