St. Prez.

In Hamlet, Shakespeare writes, "When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions." I think that can be said for the president. Absolutely nothing is going right for this man and his passel of pointy-heads, and everyone knows it. One suspects that even they know it, although if they admit it, it would be like saying, "Yeah, the emperor is naked, so what?" And then it gets even worse. 

They can't even do propaganda right. Say what you will about Obama, his people could do propaganda. Here's the famous St. Obama photo, the first of many where the president just happened to have his head inside a halo in news shots:

And here's Ol' Joe's people trying the same trick. 

The thing is, that doesn't look like a halo. The first thing I thought of was:

Which, no offense to Art Garfunkel, is not a halo. In a flash I thought the Prez had let his hair-plug maintenance get out of control in the hope of holding on to the youth vote. But alas, it seemed like the attempt to put the ring of holiness around President Biden instead put his head on a platter. Which, as much as we love St. John the Baptist, is not the kind of image a president wants to project.  

I'm sure that Trump's people tried to put out pictures like that, but the wire services wouldn't have run them anyway. He was in the Lyndon Johnson position -- Johnson who famously said, "If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read: 'President Can't Swim.'" 

Well, there's no point in pretending we're electing saints to any political offices. I think most politicians are working for the other side, IYKWIMAITYD.