Demented Thinking About Joe Biden
The president has dementia.
I'm a cartoonist and a writer, and I am most assuredly not a gerontologist. I did not go to medical school. If I am not an expert in aging and cognitive decline, how do I know President Biden has dementia? The same way you and I and everyone else know things to be true despite our lack of credentials: experience and pattern recognition.
I don't need to be an ornithologist in order to identify a blue jay.
I'm not a doctor, yet I was right and my doctor was wrong when I told her I had a hernia and she said I didn't; I'd had one on my left side in 1999, and this felt like that but on my right. Knowing your own body sometimes counts for more than formal education.
I didn't go to New York University film school. Despite my lack of official accreditation in cinema, I know, as do you, that Meryl Streep is a better actor than Brendan Fraser. We know this to be true because we have seen a lot of movies.
When my car's wheel well issues a rubbing sound that gets faster when I accelerate, I know it's probably an issue involving brake pads, ball bearings (if the car has significant mileage) or wheel alignment. I'm not a mechanic. But I'm 57; I've driven since I was 15 and had enough rubbing sounds to have learned what it probably means.
When I watched Biden's first presidential press conference last week, I didn't have to be an M.D. or a Ph.D appended to my name to recognize the clear, painfully obvious signs of dementia. My mother died of Alzheimer's a little over a year ago. The president looked and acted like my mom about two years before she died: valiantly struggling to hold it together, moments of lucidity and occasional brilliance alternating with terrifying brain freezes, random rambling in search of connection and reaction, and cringy rhetorical crashes when the fremdschamen-o-meter shot to 11.
It took five reporters a question and four follow-ups to make Biden understand that he was being asked whether he favored the elimination of the filibuster, a question at the top of political news since he came into office. Here's what the commander in chief finally came up with: "If we could end it with 51, we would have no problem. You're going to have to -- the existing rule -- it's going to be hard to get a parliamentary ruling that allows 50 votes to end the filibuster, the existence of a filibuster" (my emphasis added).
Abdicating journalism, corporate media outlets dutifully transcribed Biden's response despite its glaring wrongness. Whether or not the filibuster as we know it survives has nothing, nada, zip to do with a Senate parliamentarian ruling. Paradoxically, a simple 51-vote majority could kill the filibuster.
Biden's answer was -- had to be (there's no other possible explanation) -- the product of dementia. Before, after all, Biden was as intimately knowledgeable about Senate rules and procedure as any human being on Earth. He served 36 years as a senator and eight years as vice president/president of the Senate -- a total of 42 years. There was no world in which Biden would have said anything so totally, crazily, amazingly incorrect. Not drunk, not asleep, not at all.