Joe Biden is My President


Joe Biden is My President

Today is the first day of February, the month of love and the 12th day that Joe Biden is my president. Just to be fair Kamala Harris is his vice president. They obtained their titles and offices squarely by our democratic standards and as a registered voter I have the right under the constitution to complain if I so choose. To my knowledge I’ve never had an Uncle Joe so just for the sake of argument let’s pretend that instead of Uncle Sam, he’s my Uncle Joe too and I now have the right to go Joe2Joe with him.

In the spirit of J2J friendly banter I am still of the opinion that my new Uncle Joe is not the right man to be president. However I do not have the right to question, argue or banter with the one who made that decision against my wishes because his ways higher than mine or the ways of all mankind combined and besides if you voted for Joe Biden I’d say you’ve already gotten your money’s worth.

If you didn’t vote you have no voice in the matter, so zip – it – up!

At one point in my army career I had a command sergeant major who thought he was General George S. Patton, Jr. He was the senior enlisted man in our armored battalion. His office had pictures of Patton, model tanks and other tanker memorabilia; after all we were a tank unit and he had climbed the ladder as a career medic.

When the unit deployed downrange during the week of tank gunnery qualifications he slept in his quarters in garrison and showed up every morning in his starched battle dress uniform and strutted around like a peacock all primed and ready for war with his leadership style on full display. Just like my new Uncle Joe.

One morning the sergeant major climbed onto a huge M1A1 Abrahams tank that was preparing to engage targets on the gunnery range. There he stood with his head and shoulders sticking out of the hatch as they maneuvered and engaged targets and he didn’t go unnoticed. In a helicopter flying overhead was the battalion commander (his boss) a Lieutenant Colonel who radioed to the tank commander to “get that idiot out of the hatch before he gets killed.” Needless to say we soon had a new command sergeant major.

Now I’m not saying that my New Uncle Joe is a sergeant major, or that he struts around with an unmistakable look that commands authority, but in my opinion and like the sergeant major he just doesn’t belong there.

I say that with as much due respect as I can muster because and like it or not Joe Biden is my president, just not my vision of a presidential president. Maybe if he’d quit acting like a senator or a bull turned loose in a china shop and actually put the interests of Americans ahead of the interests of politicians or his own family I could say it with a smile. J  After all I am that smiley kind of guy, in my own grumpy way. – I am the Real Truckmaster!


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