There was a time when these words – the first regarding his drug addled son, the second aimed at a respected journalist –
would have been taken as evidence that the sitting president uttering them was off his rocker, rounding the bend, losing his marbles.
But that time is not now. Not when the old man spends half his waking hours these days yelling at boogeymen and specters in the sky.
January, 11, 2022: The PIC (potato-in-chief) sputtered, squawked and coughed his way through a speech about the made-up threat of voter suppression in Georgia.
The devil goes down to Georgia…
I swear on Charlie Daniels grave, he wrote this song with Biden in mind:
The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "boy, let me tell you what"
"I guess you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you"
The boy said, "my name's Johnny and it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been"
Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia, and the devil deals the cards
And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
…
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been"
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