(New York Post) After Biden’s horrific debate performance on Thursday, much of the media world reluctantly conceded that our 46th president looks like a lost toddler.
And then there’s Vogue — which literally couldn’t stop the presses. The fashion-bible-turned-Dem-PR-machine was already rolling out its July issue, with cover model Jill Biden in a silk cream Ralph Lauren dress that retails for $4,990.
The magazine landed on the internet Monday morning with a resounding, wincing thud.
It was tone deaf. It was tacky — but this shoot and interview, conducted months ago, would have been messy even if the debate disaster had never happened.
Jill has the gall to tell the writer, “We don’t need more chaos.” This from one of the country’s top chaos agents, a woman who is reportedly encouraging her visibly frail husband by telling him, and us, that he should keep running the country.
The sycophantic piece paints her as a tireless everywoman out in the world: the president’s eyes and ears. (Hey, someone’s gotta be at this point.)
“Look, I know that food prices are up,” she said, adding that she shops for her own groceries in Wilmington, Delaware. She still teaches at a community college in Virginia. She’s a “down-to-earth Dr. B.,” who assigns her students articles instead of books, “because books are expensive.”
She gathers and feeds Joe intel.
“I tell him what I’m seeing, what I’m hearing — and he gets it. And this is where the magic happens,” she says.
But there’s nothing enchanting about Jill shepherding her husband through menial tasks to appear capable.
“Joe, you did such a great job,” Jill told him after the debate, as if speaking to a child embarking on his potty training. “You answered every question.”
No 2024 Biden campaign piece would be complete without a healthy infusion of the old fear-mongering Dem mantra “Democracy is on the line” — which Jill literally tells Vogue, before rolling out variations:
“Each campaign is unique. But this one, the urgency is different. We know what’s at stake,” she says. “Joe is asking the American people to come together to draw a line in the sand against all this vitriol.”
Too bad the Vogue writer never addressed Biden’s advanced age. Or how an abundance of trips around the sun have clearly taken a physical and mental toll on the incumbent, who is prone to fall, freeze and mumble.
At the 11th hour, the magazine added an online editor’s note addressing last Thursday’s debate disaster.
“[The Biden family] will not let those 90 minutes define the four years he’s been president. We will continue to fight,” Jill said with the deluded confidence of Apollo Creed going into round two against Ivan Drago.
But we’re not talking about the last four years. That’s history. We’re talking about the next four. At a frail 81, Joe’s sharpest days are in the rearview mirror. We know it. The Bidens know it.
