Joe Biden speaks in chicken scratch – IOTW Report

Joe Biden speaks in chicken scratch

Biden: ‘I Grew Up in a Neighborhood You Either Became a Firefighter or a Priest’

“You know that old definition of a firefighter: God made man and then He made a couple firefighters. You’re all crazy, thanks God. I grew up in a neighborhood you either became a firefighter or a priest. I wasn’t qualified for either. So, here’s I am. 

“But all kidding aside, think of what’s happened. Think of all the people. Who were all those people? You’ve got over 6,000 young dreamers, quote-unquote, ‘dreamers,’ the Hispanic community, who in fact are on the front lines dealing with COVID. You have all those folks working in a supermarket, stacking the shelves, making five, six, seven bucks an hour and, in fact, they’re mostly minorities, African Americans, Latinos. People are beginning to figure out who we are as a country. This is not who we are. This is not who we are.

“So, the first point I want to make to you all is: I am not pessimistic. I am optimistic about the opportunity if we seize it.”

Yeah, I don’t know either. Maybe if you watch the video you can figure it out.

27 Comments on Joe Biden speaks in chicken scratch

  1. I think what he really meant to say: I wash born here, an I wash raished here, and dad gum it, I am gonna die here, an no sidewindin’ bushwackin’, hornswagglin’ cracker croaker is gonna rouin me bishen cutter

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  2. Joey:

    The sheep languished blue trains suffer. Windows books dogs hands run. Run desk making dinner sunglasses menu. Folders pile swimming red clouds. Sadness cups coffee printer power outage. Porch steps run come here. Dogs sleep chicken pencil trees. E-mail purple orange swims blackened. Garbage pink composition solely bags speak deodorant. Take sharpness filling soda cans. Wetness smooth dancing sheep. Horse paper handbags skipping forests play together. In worlds with pencils, schools page drink slime. Loving living nectar of bees of pollen and butterflies run amok. Children bikes cars sliding. Typing while sleeping and running while cat. Over the hills, cloud blue a shelf lay fuchsia. Labels and rash, files are landing. Wall speaks windy hot mess. Brightness foresees the rug. Dirty slime amidst antiquated hoopla. Take shirt slam crazy bike tires in afternoon. Amongst all confused working fly. Sensibly effort compound bed bubble. Kings sense jester realize tongues poetry. Words hard journal describe impossible. Religious hair coma machine idea hate. Interesting hospital interpreting description extreme encounter. Junction one distant fragile mine. Death wretched addled else finally chant mind sea backgrounds. Obey space cat disjointed languages swearing admit stranger bit dressing. Picture cake chocolate rambling UFO solar here fuse barking. Online signature basic color sleep ideas class. Dog bike cat sat sit down under sleep jump. Now later red cat boat ship house girl.

    “Words hard journal describe impossible.” Brilliant!

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  3. …I think Joe’s speeches are being written by Lewis Carroll at this point, here’s tomorrow’s…

    “Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

    “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
    The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
    Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
    The frumious Bandersnatch!”

    He took his vorpal sword in hand;
    Long time the manxome foe he sought—
    So rested he by the Tumtum tree
    And stood awhile in thought.

    And, as in uffish thought he stood,
    The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
    Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
    And burbled as it came!

    One, two! One, two! And through and through
    The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
    He left it dead, and with its head
    He went galumphing back.

    “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
    Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
    O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
    He chortled in his joy.

    ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.”

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  4. …put this on his Teleprompter, it makes about as much sense…

    “I am he as you are he as you are me
    And we are all together
    See how they run like pigs from a gun
    See how they fly
    I’m crying
    Sitting on a corn flake
    Waiting for the van to come
    Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
    Man you’ve been a naughty boy
    You let your face grow long
    I am the egg man
    They are the egg men
    I am the walrus
    Goo goo g’joob
    Mister City policeman sitting
    Pretty little policemen in a row
    See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
    I’m crying, I’m crying
    I’m crying, I’m crying
    Yellow matter custard
    Dripping from a dead dog’s eye
    Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
    Boy, you’ve been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down
    I am the egg man
    They are the egg men
    I am the walrus
    Goo goo g’joob
    Sitting in an English garden
    Waiting for the sun
    If the sun don’t come you get a tan
    From standing in the English rain
    I am the egg man (now good sir)
    They are the egg men (a poor man, made tame to fortune’s blows)
    I am the walrus
    Goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob (good pity)
    Expert, texpert choking smokers
    Don’t you think the joker laughs at you (ho ho ho, hee hee hee, hah hah hah)
    See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide
    I’m crying
    Semolina Pilchard
    Climbing up the Eiffel tower
    Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
    Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe
    I am the egg man
    They are the egg men
    I am the walrus
    Goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob
    Goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob, goo
    Joob, joob, jooba
    Jooba, jooba, jooba
    Joob, jooba
    Joob, jooba”
    -The Beetles, “I Am the Eggman”

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  5. …Joey’s just getting revved up for his caucus race, you lying dog-faced pony soldier…

    “What IS a Caucus-race? said Alice; not that she wanted much to know, but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that SOMEBODY ought to speak, and no one else seemed inclined to say anything.
    Why, said the Dodo, the best way to explain it is to do it. (And, as you might like to try the thing yourself, some winter day, I will tell you how the Dodo managed it.)

    (In the caucus race you choose a starting place, you can then begin and end exactly where you like, ‘In the caucus race you run at your own pace and you’ll be guaranteed to win a prize)”
    -Alice in Wonderland

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  6. Are we witnessing divine retribution? The leader of the godless, Leftist political party in America is literally Babelling.

    “The descendants of Noah were living in the area of Mesopotamia in Babylon. They settled in a land named Shinar. The population was growing and they all spoke one language. The people decided to build a tall, proud symbol of how great they had made their nation. The Babylonians wanted a tower that would “reach to the heavens” so that they could be like God and that they would not need Him. They began to construct a great ziggurat.

    God did not like the pride and arrogance in the hearts of the people. God caused the people to suddenly speak different languages so they could not communicate and work together to build the tower. This caused the people to scatter across the land. The tower was named The Tower of Babel because the word Babel means confusion. This story is a powerful reminder of how important it is to obey God’s Word and not think that we can build a successful but godless life on our own!” ~BibleStudyTools.com

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  7. Speed freak. This is what happens when you put nitrous oxide in a model T.

    You shouldn’t Fast Forward through the times of your life, Joe. You’re headed for a crash.

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  8. Dementia Joe put the bab in babbling. He put the gib in gibberish. Poor Joey is the only person to ever run for the Presidency on the hope that he can hide out until his election.

  9. Pedo Joe would make as much sense if he just stood there & flicked his finger up & down his lips while going ‘beedee beedeebee beedeedeebee beedeebeebee beedeebeebee beedeebeebee beedeebeebee’

    I’d bet he’d even like it … & keep doing it & doing it, ad infinitum, for the camera

    hey Joe, it would make a great debate rebuttal … trust me, they’ll love it!

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