Staff Reports
In a world where political theater seems sometimes indistinguishable from actual reality TV, President Biden’s performance—or should we say, lack thereof—has once again taken to the stage. One could almost feel a pang of sympathy for a leader thrust into a limelight he might no longer handle, but then again, isn’t the spectacle provided a form of oft-overdue karmic retribution? He is treated much like a historic artifact wheeled out for display every so often, an oddity paraded for the sake of sustaining an unsteady political legacy.
For someone who spent decades toeing the party line, Biden has become the punchline to an elaborate joke. His plight is reminiscent of a tragic figure gracelessly overtaken by the very waves he attempted to ride, only for his once-steadfast supporters to abandon ship. Biden’s devotion to the Democratic machine now means facing derision from both sides of the aisle. Watching one’s political idol reduced to such frailty is uncomfortable at best, and perhaps that’s why some chuckle at his predicaments—it’s easier to laugh than face the gloomy decline.
Then, of course, there’s a whole subplot concerning his illustrious second-in-command, Harris, who apparently wouldn’t fare any better if thrust into center stage earlier in the game. It’s like trying to sell tires to a household that’s perfectly happy walking. The audience seemed to be giving Biden extra rope out of superstition rather than actual trust, arguably leaving the Democratic ticket floundering in voter disenchantment.
Despite the polite chuckles and occasional dabbles in nostalgia, what gnaws on many minds is the sheer audacity of his handlers. Imagine a family member, not fully present, shoved into prime time for a final curtain call that should’ve been years ago. To prop up someone so obviously struggling seems almost cruel, a publicity stunt past its expiration date, with more concern for politics than human dignity. The giddy applause and fake smiles only underscore a deeply unsettling reality: that the emperor has no clothes, and it’s long past time he be allowed to step aside with some semblance of grace intact.
In this political play, Biden seems less like a ghost haunting the political arena and more like a fading echo still being broadcast for posterity. But in this instance, the echo grows more muffled each day, leaving behind not a sobering lesson of past mistakes, but rather a grotesque monument to a misguided political strategy. As this chapter winds down, one is left wondering who will be left standing to fold the theater drapes and turn out the lights. Surely the audience deserves better and perhaps it’s time for an understudy to finally take the lead.
