Pundits have started calling Joe Biden “the Walter Mitty of American politics.”
His brain-dead performances at the nationally televised Democrat debates and near-constant gaffes have made him a literal laughingstock. His polls are dropping like a stone as the public sees his corrupt ways. He is losing in Iowa, Nevada, and in New Hampshire and could come in fourth!
There are days Joe doesn’t even know where he is, let alone what he is doing.
Or maybe we should just feel somewhat sorry and pity “Creepy” Joe, since he has suffered two nearly fatal brain aneurisms and multiple head surgeries. Ask any accredited medical practitioner and they will honestly tell you that such operations have serious long-term consequences. He’s just not all there. His own doctor jokingly said Biden “has a brain because I have seen it, which is more than I can say for other Washington politicians.” The more pertinent question might be: Yes, but how much of it is left and properly functioning?
“Walter Mitty syndrome” is when you daydream about yourself being in another life as much as or even more than you pay attention to your real life. The name comes from a short story by James Thurber, written in 1939, made into a film in 1947, and remade in 2013 by Ben Stiller, where the main character thinks up exciting scenarios for himself in his head when he’s just plain bored.
The American Heritage Dictionary defines a Walter Mitty as “an ordinary often ineffectual person who indulges in fantastic daydreams of personal triumphs.” The most famous of Thurber’s inept male protagonists is considered “the character archetype for dreamy, hapless, Thurber Man” who resembles Biden.
The larger theme of the relationship between fantasy and reality sums up perfectly Joe Biden and his 2020 campaign to be the president and commander-in-chief.
Truthfully, he can’t even decide on a cogent campaign theme and has changed the name on his own tour bus three times, already. The “No Malarkey” version was just too corny and dated. “C’mon, man” might be the latest and it’s just as bad.
Joe yearns to be free from his boring, retired life, an existence of relative meaninglessness and wants to cast himself as the hero, as Barack’s essential, indispensable bud and as the soul(man) of America.
The insignificant vice president wants to be the new significant president.
Now, truthfully, Joe did not necessarily choose this predicament. It selected him. With no qualified candidates (out of 29 options) Joe just had to throw his hat into the ring. Or did he?
At age 78, time had run out and his more than 50 years of government service and glad-handing (and much corruption). He needed a fitting conclusion; a final act. It was after all the job he always dreamed of but it always seemed out of his grasp.
But is he believable?
Biden is certainly most “Mittyesque,” to recoin a phrase. Here are a few good examples.
He retells a story over and over of courage when his helicopter landed under heavy fire near Osama bin Laden’s lair in Afghanistan. It didn’t happen.
Joe is recorded as saying he met the victims of the Parkland High School shooting in Florida when he was vice president. It didn’t happen.
Never tired of reminding us of his family’s working-class status and roots, Joe says he and his were coal miners. They weren’t.
Biden remembers vividly calling the evil Serbian leader Slobodan Milosevic, a “damned war criminal” to his very face. No way.
The former segregationist dreams that he organized sit-ins in all-white restaurants and movie theaters. Show me.
Joe imagines himself a “Top Gun” military flying ace, as Tom Cruise’s “Maverick” with his always evident Ray-Ban Aviator glasses. Ain’t so.
The list goes on and on, ad infinitum. Biden is fiction.
Instead, we find a grainy and worn picture of a failed politico, a has-been, the very definition of the Trump-defined “swamp creature.” He and his son, Hunter, are in the muck up to their eyeballs.
He has greatly enriched himself and his entire family (where’s Hunter these days, by the way?) and shaken down governments, been the handmaiden and shill of the credit card industry since he entered Congress, and sold America down the river, time and again, most recently to China.
It is not untrue that Joe Biden is the largest living embodiment, the very best example par excellence, not of a Walter Mitty Life magazine pretend character—but of classic cronyism.
He is the poster boy (albeit, as an old man) for the entire elitist, globalist political class.