I don’t know what the White House medicine man had put in the IV, or if old Joe dabbled in Hunter’s disco dust, but if PepsiCo can bottle whatever juiced up President Brittle Bones for 67 minutes last night – they’ve got a billion-dollar product.
Shuffling into the House of Representatives with a 1,000-watt smile, smooching and sniffing every 75-year-old lady lawmaker he could get his paws on, Biden was on fire for his third State of the Union Address.
Full of ‘Get Off My Lawn’ energy – like Popeye if he swapped out spinach for uppers – Joe was greeted with a hero’s welcome by fangirling Democrats.