Joe Biden’s Georgia Speech: Old Man Yells at Cloud

You know you’re about as useful as an anvil on a life raft when a prominent member of your own party won’t come out when you visit her state to talk about the issue closest to her heart. Why did Stacey Abrams suddenly discover she had other commitments when President Biden went down to Atlanta to yammer and squawk about the made-up threat of voter suppression? Did her nephew have a hockey game or something? Ordinarily, you’d guess that a sucking chest wound wouldn’t have stopped Abrams from banging a voting-rights gong beside Biden. Instead, “Sorry, Mr. Leader of the Free World, Ms. Abrams has a scheduling conflict.”

Abrams was wise to stay away; on the same day that the entire state of Georgia was in a state of rapture following the Bulldogs’ National Championship win the night before, Biden shuffled in like the character in Encanto who has a rain cloud over her head, to tell everyone they’re living in 1963 and the Klan is about to ride through whipping everyone with rusty chains if they go near a voting booth in November. The more Biden coughed and shouted and sputtered, the more America went “Huh?” and pictured the president screaming the exact same balderdash at the nearest CNN-spewing monitor while wearing a tattered bathrobe and scruffy slippers at a Sunset Acres facility in Wilmington.

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Kyle Smith

Kyle Smith is the film critic for the Wall Street Journal.

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You know you’re about as useful as an anvil on a life raft when a prominent member of your own party won’t come out when you visit her state to talk about the issue closest to her heart. Why did Stacey Abrams suddenly discover she had other commitments when President Biden went down to Atlanta to yammer and squawk about the made-up threat of voter suppression? Did her nephew have a hockey game or something? Ordinarily, you’d guess that a sucking chest wound wouldn’t have stopped Abrams from banging a voting-rights gong beside Biden. Instead, “Sorry, Mr. Leader of the Free World, Ms. Abrams has a scheduling conflict.”

Abrams was wise to stay away; on the same day that the entire state of Georgia was in a state of rapture following the Bulldogs’ National Championship win the night before, Biden shuffled in like the character in Encanto who has a rain cloud over her head, to tell everyone they’re living in 1963 and the Klan is about to ride through whipping everyone with rusty chains if they go near a voting booth in November. The more Biden coughed and shouted and sputtered, the more America went “Huh?” and pictured the president screaming the exact same balderdash at the nearest CNN-spewing monitor while wearing a tattered bathrobe and scruffy slippers at a Sunset Acres facility in Wilmington.