Hate Cake

President Joe Biden is old. We all know it. Even he knows it and joked about it last Monday on his birthday.

Biden posted a photo on Instagram with his cake ablaze and captioned it, “Turns out on your 146th birthday, you run out of space for candles!” Sure, he’s old, but he’s hip enough to be on Instagram which is much cooler than Truth Social, which seems to be a platform catering to crazy uncles screaming at the sky.

The president pardoned turkeys on his birthday and noted it was the 76th year of the tradition and said, “I want you to know I wasn’t there at the first one; I was too young to make it up.”

Donald Trump doesn’t seem to realize he too is old and neither does his supporters. Just how brainwashed is a cultist to believe age doesn’t affect his Dear Leader? That’s a lot of Kool-Aid. A lot of Trumpers are using Biden’s birthday cake as a disqualifier for the presidency because we can’t have a presidential birthday cake that’s a fire hazard, as though three candles less for Trump is safer.

Florida Governor and one of Trump’s primary opponents, Ron DeSantis, has started attacking Trump’s age and has even created a Trump Accident Tracker.

Trump himself mocks Biden’s age even though he’s only three years younger than the guy and makes just as many if not more gaffes than the president. Over the past few weeks, Trump has mixed up Jeb and George W. Bush, has confused Obama for Biden and Hillary Clinton, warned that a second Biden term will start World War TWO, thought he was in South Dakota when he was in Iowa, called Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orbán “the leader of Turkey,” and thought the nation of Turkey was Thanksgiving dinner. I made one of those up.

President Biden has released details of his health which is something Trump didn’t do during his 2016 campaign or his presidency and isn’t doing now. In fact, there’s still a secret trip to a hospital during the Trump presidency (sic) that still hasn’t been explained. His health exams were reported to us from a sycophant, and his the supposed results of mental exams, which most presidents don’t need, were delivered by Trump himself, saying, “Person, woman, man, camera, TV.” And we know from Trump’s arrest in Atlanta last August that he’ll only lie about his health, as he self-reported during his booking that he was 6-3 and weighed 215 pounds.

I’m currently around 210 and I know I’m not as fat as Donald Trump.

If anyone believes Donald Trump is healthier and more vigorous than President Joe Biden, then they’re probably also dumb enough to vote for Trump.

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