He looks to Jill after every scene. And if Jill shakes her head, he asked to do the scene over. He refuses to move forward unless Jill approves. If she nods her head,” Yes” that means the cut will be completed. Everything he does, he has to turn and look for Jill. This is why he appear to wander off. Looking for her approval They spend long hours over scripts together. Jill plays the lines for him while he is sleeping, on repeat. She wants to be beloved by the people, as Melania Trump was, and will not let him stand in her way. She is using love bombing techniques on Senior Joe. Praising him with colorful report cards, and punishing him, by no ice cream for dinner and grounds him with no cable tv for a week, if he fails her.Since Joe Biden pooped his diapers, she has signed him up for a colostomy bag surgery. So he will not be able to embarrass her again.
In the cool twilight of Joe Biden’s life and the evening, under the flickering lights of the grand life stage, Joe Biden stood with a bewildered expression, totally lost..confused, hungry, delusions of Beau and Uncle Bosie. his age-worn features a testament to the relentless demands of his lifetime office. The air was thick with the whispers of the past failure of his debate and the unspoken tension that lay beneath the polished veneer of political discourse on mainstream media, all turning on him at once. Beside him, the steadfast Jill Biden, her eyes sparkling with a blend of loyalty to power and subtle control, over her husband, turned to her husband with a wry smile.
“Did I make any sense, Jill?” Joe murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of boyish confusion, reminiscent of a time when the world seemed simpler and the future more certain.
“You did, Joe,” Jill replied with a playful twinkle, her words masking a deeper concern. “Almost as clear as Neo navigating the Matrix.” She motioned with her hands and he smiled, forgetting what he asked. Oh Jill! I did good! Didn’t I? And he is happy. She brings him balloons.
The audience, a sea of expectant faces, buzzed with a nervous energy, caught between the reality of the present and the hopeful illusions of the past. In that moment, Jill’s jest hung in the air, a delicate balance of humor and a grim reality. It was a scene both poignant and unsettling, a fleeting glimpse into the heart of a man ensnared in the demands of modern politics, and the woman who stood by him, guiding him with a firm hand. Leading him to his ice cream after each task.
Yet, beneath the veneer of jest lay the troubling specter of elder abuse, by Jill of her husband..a silent, pervasive presence. Jill’s actions, under the guise of unwavering support, subtly coerced Joe into continuing a path fraught with the burdens of his advanced age. Her insistence that he remain in the political arena, despite clear signs of his declining faculties, painted a disturbing picture of manipulation. She directed his steps, decisions, and public appearances, often correcting him or guiding him when he faltered, creating an image of dependency that masked her control. She rolls her eyes when he speaks and smiles when he is finished. He wonders what he did wrong?
The crowd watched, some with unease, as Jill’s gentle touch seemed to steer not just his steps, but his very presence in the political sphere. It was a reminder of the fragility of age and the complex interplay of power and care in the twilight of one’s years. Her actions, while outwardly supportive, suggested a deeper, more troubling dynamic, one where love and control intertwined, raising questions about the ethical boundaries of her influence over a man past his prime, yet still expected to bear the weight of a nation’s expectations. She wears a SPIKE PROTEIN brooch on her Business Casual blazer. She is smiling, but her anger lines between her eyes, bely the illusion.