Jill Biden, wife of the candidate who got 81 million phantoms and leprechauns to vote for him, made a wee slip of the tongue a few days ago, introducing Kamala Harris, the vice-centaur, as President of the United States (https://freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/4042653/posts). She “just said that to make you laugh,” she hastily explained.
Yeah, well, we’ve got that beat! Elves, munchkins, brownies, and will-o’-the-wisps, another 81 million strong, have thrown their support to…
Humphrey the Turnip! If I may indulge in a crepuscularity, they have thrown the throne to him.
“He’s way more qualified than Whatsername!” declared Dr. Frances Gzunt, a carrot. “If Slojo can’t last out his term, who better to take over than Humphrey the Turnip? No political track record whatsoever! Guaranteed corruption-free!”
Humphrey is ready to debate Kamala Harris any time, as long as he doesn’t have to be dug up from where he’s planted.
You mean the current “President” ISN’T a turnip?
I am staying away for the SOTUS like I would from a nuclear plant meltdown. I feel sorry for those whose job it is to listen to it.
What that event needs is a couple of whoopee cushions.