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Watching Biden’s slow evolution to the inevitable, I was reminded of having to take a pipe wrench to the alternator cap on my mother’s long-past ancient Toyota. Three times, actually, each necessitated by her having the car towed to the shop where her “guy” would diligently put it back together. She was far enough down the track by then that I don’t think she ever put two and two together to figure out it was sabotage, not mechanical happenstance.

I don’t believe Biden, whose struggles with lucidity were increasingly painful to watch, had her “advantage” on this; he clearly knew what was happening and truly despised it. What you have to hope is that he also accepts that the job, itself—which put so much frost on Obama’s hair and lines on his face — is itself incredibly aging. The fact that Joe did so much starting in the latter part of his 7th decade, alone, makes him a unique American hero.

Your wise and calming take on this was a delight to read. Hope your ears were burning: Bob Brihn (my amaze creative partner) and I were taking about how much each of us appreciated the post.

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Well said! Thanks for another great read

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Love this!! So well said. Your mom!! Love hearing her stories.

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Wonderful. Sums up exactly how this last four years started and ended. I usually book two days off after a Presidential election, to commiserate or to celebrate, but this year, I held off. I booked them off today, and I want to party that night!

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Well said, as usual!

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Here’s to democracy, it’s messy and emotional. Thanks, Debra 💕

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