The Tripping Point

by Joseph DeMaio, ©2023

(Feb. 26, 2023) — In colloquial speech, a “tipping” point usually refers to that instant in time when the effects of a policy or an action become irreversible, and after which there may be no “turning back.”  Another term has emerged in the vernacular: “tripping point.”  That term refers to those instants in time where a person, due to physical or cognitive impairment, actually trips over something and falls, sometimes with injuries, sometimes without.  This term first appeared on Jan. 20, 2021.

Once again, the Goof at 1600 puts his rapidly declining health on display for the world to see, including the tyrants in Russia and China.  While attempting to climb up a few stairs to enter Air Force One on a Warsaw tarmac, he tripped and caught himself just before going full Monte horizontal. He has done the full Monte thing before, of course. 

Whether it be called a “tripping point” or a “tipping point,” it has become undeniably clear – notwithstanding the contrary verbal smoke screens belched hourly over the electorate by a Democrat apparatchik media – that the Goof is not only physically impaired, he is increasingly cognitively impaired.  Dangerously so.  And his refusal to take a cognitive test merely underscores that he has something to hide, i.e., the cognitive collapse of an octogenarian. 

Indeed, the White House physician to none other than Barack Hussein Obama, Jr. – now Representative Dr. Ronny Jackson (R-TX) – warns that Brandon’s cognitive tailspin could well lead the United States into a nuclear war with China and Russia.  Not a good thing.

This warning, of course, is entirely consistent with the admonition given by Obama in 2020 to never “underestimate Joe’s ability to f@*! things up.”  Obama’s advice has proven chillingly prescient…, even understated.  Who better to assess Brandon’s accelerating incompetence than his former physician and the Second Usurper in Chief?

The point of this post, however, is not to dwell on the obvious.  It is instead to suggest – perhaps foolishly – that the time has come for the Republic, or at least for those who seek to preserve it and set it back on course after the treasonous depredations of the Goofball’s first 25 months in hostile occupation of the White House, to put aside petty differences and get serious about righting the Ship of State. 

And by “serious,” your humble servant means that announced and putative GOP candidates should stop taking cheap potshots at one another: there is too much at stake.  If House Speaker McCarthy does not care about articles of impeachment against Brandon – long overdue by anyone’s calculation – the time is now for Donald Trump and Ron DeSantis to publicly declare their joint campaign for President and Vice-President, respectively, in 2024.  Full stop.

If successful – a matter still up in the air without final resolution of election fraud issues – a Trump-DeSantis administration would lay the foundation for a four-year initiation of corrective measures, starting with a complete overhaul – top to bottom and with appropriate indictments – of the Department of Justice, the FBI, the CIA and Homeland Security, and an eight-year period when a DeSantis administration could complete the necessary tasks.  Twelve years may not be enough to repair the damage, but it would be better than another ten minutes of a Goofball regime.

The crippling of the United States, fostered by an addled and incompetent excuse for a president, will take time to fix.  But in the meantime, remember: the collapsing octogenarian is never more than a few feet away from the nuclear missile launch codes.

So ask yourself this: would things get better if Brandon and The Cackler at One Observatory Circle had four more days in office, let alone four more years? 

Really?