D.C. Ghost in a Delaware Shell.
Joe Biden built a long career in the smoke-filled rooms of Washington, outlasting wars, recessions, and logic. Sold himself as “Scranton Joe”—blue-collar, Irish, lunch-pail kind of guy. But Scranton was a long time ago, and somewhere along the way, he traded working-class grit for polished politics and donor dinners.
He’s been on every side of every issue, depending on the year. Whispers middle-class values while cutting deals that left the middle class behind. These days, he struggles to finish a sentence without cue cards—and the folks who prop him up aren’t the kind you’d trust to feed your dog, let alone run your country.
He once knew pain and loss, and that gave him humanity. But power softened him, and now he’s just a tired emblem of a broken machine.
Verdict: Not SphstRDnck.
More handshake than backbone. Career before country.