by Joseph DeMaio, ©2023
(Jul. 11, 2023) — Mathematically, the number seven is unequal to the number six. Instead, it is one numeric unit more than the number six. For virtually all sentient humans, this is kindergarten arithmetic. However, for other mentally challenged outliers, it might as well be advanced tensor calculus.
Cases in point: Brandon and “Dr.” Jill Biden. Both of these intellectual termites refuse to acknowledge that they have seven – not six – grandchildren. Their granddaughter – Navy Joan – is now four years old, and has even been excluded by them from the grandchild Christmas stocking chain at the White House. She is the biological daughter of Brandon’s ne’er-do-well crackhead son Hunter and his out-of-wedlock – seriously ?? – “liaison” with former stripper Lunden Roberts.
When left-wing Gray Trollop columnist Maureen Dowd rebukes Brandon – recalling that termites are incapable of being “shamed” – for his “cold-hearted” refusal to acknowledge even the existence of Navy Joan, you know the guy is a certified cur. And he is an even bigger cur than the “smartest guy he knows,” the crackhead. Moreover, when CNN’s Dana Bash piles on, you know it will only get worse.
In this regard, your humble servant went to see “Sound of Freedom” the other day. If one cares even remotely about children, and all politics aside, it is a must-see. It is a brutally candid and disturbing film exposing the horrors of the worldwide child sex-trafficking business.
And by “business” is meant a web of operations raking in billions of dollars annually, treating children – some as young as 3 and 4 years old…, the age of Navy Joan – like commodities to be bought, sold…, and frequently just “rented” on an hourly basis. The people who are involved – from the “purveyors” to the “customers” – are truly the scum of humanity, there being a special ring in Dante’s Inferno reserved for them. They are akin to those who once considered human beings to be merely “property”…, not unlike U.S. Supreme Court Chief Justice Roger B. Taney – a Democrat – and author of the reviled 1857 Dred Scott decision.
There are many descriptors which fit Brandon, the current occupant of the Oval Office. Yes, he may have appropriated the title of “president,” but he comes as close to being “presidential” as his ne’er-do-well coke-head son successfully masquerading as a respectable “father.” Hunter Biden impregnated a stripper, the result being a child. The child is the innocent product of two people caring more about lust than love. At least Navy Joan was not aborted by her mother, although we do not know whether the father had a different view.
As for the addled octogenarian – recalling that he is never more than a few feet away from the nuclear football – the rejection of the empirical fact that Navy Joan is his biological granddaughter speaks volumes – nay, exabytes – about his character, fitness and worthiness of another nanosecond in office, let alone another term as president.
Brandon’s rejection of Navy Joan may be nothing more than transferred rage against the crackhead…, but that does not justify or explain why Navy Joan must be Brandon’s victim…, any more than the innocent victims in Sound of Freedom.
He needs to resign by sundown and just get out of Dodge. And he needs to take Dr. Jill with him.