& now Biden has to eat the sandwich. Does Trump throw the COVID count in his face? No. He doesn't have to. Joe ain't nary better than me. What, I'm the only one who pours over the death count every day? No. Does Joe get the bottom line from his staff? no. I sit over the desk top. He sits over the lap top. Each of us by ourselves, you GD right, by God. I have to excuse myself each night at 6:30 local time. Do I tell the girl the truth? No. "I have to take leak, sweetheart." We're watching a movie. She won't watch 'em all day like I do. "Dale, I'm not watching tv all day with you. I have things to do. I'll watch it this evening." Sure, I take the leak, but then I cross over and stop off in my war room to check the end of the day results and record them so I can bring them here on the morrow.
"What are you doing?" - her, came looking for me.
"Just checkin' the gd site with those Spurs guys. They're always talking about the Lakers." I have the CPU screen ed away from the doorway. She won't come in. We social distance. She's shot. I'm not.
"Oh, well, let's watch the rest of the movie."
"I'll be right in, baby." I finish recording the day's numbers, get it off the screen and proceed.
Biden ain't no different. He pours over the same damn numbers and stews over it. The difference? His wife knows those numbers like the back of her hand. She wanders by..."Are we going to lose to him, Joe?"
"Unfortunately, yes, doll. It's coming too fast now. I can't stop it."
"Come away from it. We'll watch a movie, angel."
"In a bit,,,"