Sunday, October 11, 2020

Say It Ain't So, Joe!

Some may find this surprising, but long, long ago I attempted to read Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams, I think it was, but not far into that dreary tomfoolery, tossed it onto the ever-growing pile of books I classify "Not to be Read Later." Since then I've held no particular regard for the learned professor's teachings. 

Until today, that is, thanks to none other than Joe Biden. We're all familiar with the so-close-to-likeable coot's many gaffes, but recently he uttered one that beautifully illumed a staple Freudian notion, para-praxis, or, more commonly, (though slightly inaccurately), Freudian slips. Rather than clumsily attempting a description of the incident, let's hear it direct from the poor sad sack's mouth.

My goodness me, where do we go with this? To whom (or perhaps "what," more appropriately) was our frontotemporally-challenged VP's unfortunate faux pas attributable? Hard to say, but a possible candidate might be the former Second Lady, Edith Wilson-wannabe Jill Biden. But I have my doubts. The two have been married for some time and Gropin' Joe, after many hopeful "feelings," must be fully aware by now the little woman's alledged deficiencies and accepted there is no more to be had. 

No, Joe must have had on his mind (what remains of it, anyway) the many otherwise comely lasses victims of his impromptu physical examinations. I'm sure they know who they are and if they're good democrats, will take corrective action post-haste after this critique from the possible next president, God help us all, of the United States of America.

Say It Ain't So, Joe!

Some may find this surprising, but long, long ago I attempted to read Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams, I think it was, but not far into that dreary tomfoolery, tossed it onto the ever-growing pile of books I classify "Not to be Read Later." Since then I've held no particular regard for the learned professor's teachings. 

Until today, that is, thanks to none other than Joe Biden. We're all familiar with the so-close-to-likeable coot's many gaffes, but recently he uttered one that beautifully illumed a staple Freudian notion, para-praxis, or, more commonly, (though slightly inaccurately), Freudian slips. Rather than clumsily attempting a description of the incident, let's hear it direct from the poor sad sack's mouth.

My goodness me, where do we go with this? To whom (or perhaps "what," more appropriately) was our frontotemporally-challenged VP's unfortunate faux pas attributable? Hard to say, but a possible candidate might be the former Second Lady, Edith Wilson-wannabe Jill Biden. But I have my doubts. The two have been married for some time and Gropin' Joe, after many hopeful "feelings," must be fully aware by now the little woman's alledged deficiencies and accepted there is no more to be had. 

No, Joe must have had on his mind (what remains of it, anyway) the many otherwise comely lasses victims of his impromptu physical examinations. I'm sure they know who they are and if they're good democrats, will take corrective action post-haste after this critique from the possible next president, God help us all, of the United States of America.