As Joe Biden delivered the nation a cornucopia of incoherence in the first debate against former President Trump last Thursday night, a myriad of thoughts were violently bouncing around in my head like a malfunctioning pinball machine.

If only Dementia Joe’s brain synapses were firing with equal vigor.  Or at all.

Offering nothing but confused, meandering gibberish, and a stare as vacant as an old, abandoned Blockbuster, I couldn’t help but think about Goldilocks and the Three Bears.

Oh c’mon you remember…the porridge is too hot, then too cold, then just right?

So…think back to the State of the Union address, when a totally different (read: “jacked-up”) Joe Biden screamed and scowled his way through the roughly 90 minute address.

One need not possess a medical degree from Johns Hopkins to know the meds were too much.  For the debate…if you wanna call it that…the meds were too little.  Following this truly disturbing analogy to its logical conclusion, maybe…just maybe…the White House Docs will get the meds JUUUUUUST RIGHT for the next debate on September 10th.   

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