Biden Just Doesn’t Give a Fu*k.

I was born during World War II, ten weeks and a few days after D-Day. Which means that next week I will be 79 years old.

In the last few years, I have learned something very valuable about my old age, namely, that I just don’t give a fu*k. I don’t care what anyone says, I don’t care what anyone thinks, I don’t care if anyone likes what I say or not. I just don’t give a fuc*k.

This may sound selfish, but I don’t really care how it sounds because I don’t give a fu*k.

Which happens to be what I like most of all about Joe, because I don’t think he gives a fu*k either.

Don’t get me wrong. He takes being President very seriously and he’s very good at what he does. But I really don’t think he gives a fu*k and I’ll tell you a story about him which backs that judgement up.

I had a brief, one-on-one chat with Joe in 2013, when I was in D.C. for a meeting of the task force which Joe chaired to write a gun-control bill after Sandy Hook. The bill, co-sponsored by Manchin and Toomey, lost. But anyway, my conversation with Joe was basically me listening to a story he told me that went like this:

“The first time I ran for Senate I won, but the vote was very close. I got home at 3 A.M. after they called the race and went to sleep. The next morning the first thing I did was to go…