Joe Biden

 

Joe Biden gave a speech yesterday.  He stood in front of a yellow backdrop, the color of sunrise, or of the lymphatic system.  There were two American flags, or it may have been four.  His design team has created a transition logo with a small, tasteful “46” at the base of the presidential seal; this may run afoul of the presidential seal style guidelines, but no one seems to be complaining.

Joe Biden walked on stage, looking like the old man that he is.  His walk has that combination of stiffness and teeteriness that suggests a fractured hip is in the realm of possibility.  As he crosses the stage, you see him in profile, and you notice that mini-mullet-flip of white hair at the back.  Like all of us, he probably assesses his appearance by how he looks straight-on in the mirror, so the mini-mullet-flip doesn’t really come into play.  Joe Biden looks straight ahead when he walks, which may be a strategy to avoid a fall, but it gives him an air of purposefulness.     

Joe Biden talked about his own loss and suffering, which he is not shy about doing.  He quoted the psalms.  He said, “To love your neighbor as you would love yourself is a radical act.”  I wonder how many so-called Christians in America heard this.