“My book…” Biden began before a crew member came from backstage to hand him a microphone. “My book, which comes out in September, read it…” “Do I have to remind him that this is my event?” Jill asked jokingly.
There is no amount of “elder abuse” that can compensate for the mayhem and grief this filthy wretch has unleashed across the fruited plain. Satan will take care of it for eternity.