I like unpredictability. I love its cousin spontaneity.
As a Baby Boomer-New Yorker, I’ve always appreciated the raw and carefree freedom from restraint of the bus driver, milkman, the waitress at Carnegie Deli (now defunct), or the Good Humor man. It’s priceless the things they might say and do. And whether they’re brutally honest or wildly joyous, it’s always a new experience, a new adventure.
But there’s a limit to my tolerance of unpredictability. I don’t like it in my President. It’s worrisome, irritating, and dangerous.
I’ve never seen a more unpredictable human than Joe Biden.
From his wandering off, ignoring his Secret Service agents’ clear signaling to turn right through the hedges outside the White House and their hilarious readjustments to follow him through uncharted territory to something disconcerting he may say in a Zoom call with Putin, Biden never ceases to amaze.
He is so wildly unpredictable that one can imagine the stress and anxiety amongst his Secret Service detail, who are used to containing and securing the President’s every move and having the cooperation of a solid, mentally fit, and razor-sharp President like Trump. The transition from Trump to Biden, where you are protecting someone who is willing to help and make it simple to protect another man, to being protected by someone who makes it difficult or impossible to do so, can be almost unimaginable.
Naturally, his power-hungry spouse, Nurse Jill comes-ahead at important international meetings, where foreign dignitaries meet, to grab him by the arm and reset his Waze destination.
This guy is so obviously unaware of his surroundings and out-to-lunch cerebrally, that not only would it be impossible, unrewarding, and insanity-producing to write his speeches, protect his life, and make sure he doesn’t wander off mumbling to himself but imagine the glee and anticipation of Putin, Xi, Kim, and the evil mullahs in Iran have in negotiating and taking Biden and America to the cleaners. I can’t get the image of Dr. Evil, pinky to lips, rubbing his hands in glee.
For the most terrified Americans, prayer is all that’s left. You must pray hard. And you should pray for long.
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