Weird's the word I've been using here to describe the strangeness tangled up in the assassination attempt that took place two days before the RNC, the peculiar excuses offered for lack of SS coverage and action in Butler, a shooter that all but wore a T-shirt with an arrow and the words "Shoot me before I shoot Trump", the mysterious health event/semi-emergency in Las Vegas that led to a divert from a hospital and a fast plane ride home, followed by 6 days in isolation and a sudden death drop out of the election (after hearing from the Almighty?) only to resurrect and reappear again as the Big Guy with odd wrinkles, long legs and the energy to take on the Big stairs after a bout with Covid. And that's just a start, without even broaching the brat worthy weirdness of Big K!
Weirder still, a whole army of free thinkers all suddenly deciding to bring out the weird word at the same time, like someone was passing out free cans of spray paint for tagging.
Weird's the word! Calling to mind the frenetic energy and repetition in a song from 1963 by the Trashman, called Surfin Bird, better known as Bird's the Word. It was big in Michigan in the 70's when Mark The Bird Fidrych played 5 seasons as a pitcher for the Detroit Tigers.
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Supoposedly, Brandon showed up in TX to deliver a few mumbled words at the LBJ Library on the anniversary of passage of the '64 Civil Rights Act for which almost no Democrats voted (define irony).
The skeptics abide.
Him going on about term limits is about a weird as the guy sitting in the chair at the Resolute desk asking, "Does character in public life still matter?"
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