Three days.
My staff is full of negative nellies. They are now telling me that crazy Uncle Joe is fine, gaffe-filled Joe is fine, sleepy Joe is fine, confused Joe is fine…. but angry, mean Uncle Joe? Not good.
My speeches are now just me yelling. Loudly. Angrily. And calling Trump voters “chumps” and telling people I’m not crooked, I’m not going to stop fracking, I’m not a socialist, and I’m not going to raise taxes (which is true for a few people, maybe).
Not really much of a positive message going into the final days. The days of me saying, “I am running as a proud Democrat but I would be the President for all of America and bring back decency” – those days are over. I’m just angry. I still say those words. But, I just don’t say them like I mean them.
My speeches are pretty boring. I don’t write the speeches. I just read them. So, putting some energy into them seemed good. Not to these critical staffers! They tell me that I sound bitter, old, useless, mean, spiteful, angry, irritable, potentially deranged, uptight, resentful… and even went so far as to say that young people find me slightly repulsive. None of that sounds good.
I did snap a bit and told one of them they were just fat and ugly and needed to dress less like a loser. That scattered the little buggers.
Three days. The basement at the White House has got to be nice. Eye on the prize.
Come on, man.