I was surprised to see Joe Biden promise that his election as President of the USofA would mean an end to cancer.
Barack Obama and Donald Trump set high targets when they caused the oceans to subside, the economy to explode and unemployment to go poof. But at least they waited until elected to flash their glittery God cards.
Maybe at 76 Working Class Joe hears the clock ticking and the left-footed footsteps of two dozen uppity whippersnappers in Iowa and New Hampshire. But I have to wonder why he never saw fit to lay hands on cancer and proclaim “BEGONE!” while in the Senate for 100 years and the West Wing for eight.
“Don’t mind me, Honey, I’m just checking for toomers.”
Hey, Mr. Biden: Cure cancer now and you’ll have my vote. Until then, stick to politics and leave medical magic at Housing & Urban Development, where it belongs.
HUD Secretary Ben Carson will set housing history on its ear if he is successful separating conjoined townhouses into single-family rent-controlled homes with solar power, two-car garages and gene pools, using just a scalpel and his really big brain.