Perhaps the Clueless Joe Biden regime should send some jawbones to Ukraine instead of high-tech tanks, the better to defeat the Russians.

Clueless Joe clearly believes in the power of the jawbone, in the metaphorical sense. He yammers away to pillory his enemies, most recently taking Chevron to task for having the temerity to return profits to shareholders through stock buybacks.

Clueless Joe has emptied our strategic petroleum reserve trying to tamp down the price of oil and, by extension, gasoline prices. Now, because oil prices are rising again due to China reopening its economy by abandoning idiotic zero COVID policies, Clueless Joe is out of bullets (again metaphorically, but as our military soon may be literally after all the Ukraine aid).

So, populist Joe, the guy who can’t keep track of all the classified documents he’s misplaced through the years, is taking to the bully pulpit to get the nation inflamed about a company actually making money and sharing the wealth with stock owners.

It must really wound Clueless Joe and his witless Green pals that they can’t kill coal or oil and gas industries, as he so proudly has promised he would.

Unlike the Biblical tale of Samson, who is said to have slain a thousand or so Philistines using as his weapon the jawbone of an ass, Clueless Joe’s jawboning is all talk.

Jawboning is, however, an appropriate metaphor since the Democratic symbol is the donkey, AKA, an ass.

The Clueless Biden regime is desperate to turn the conversation to something other than his ongoing classified information problem, or our porous southern border.

On that second point, the Biden regime insists there is no problem, despite copious evidence to the contrary.

Now Biden, who at the height of the gasoline price rise claimed it was not a problem, or if it was a problem, it was Trump’s fault, blames oil companies.

The Biden regime’s answer to our nation’s energy problems is to put out talking points about eliminating natural gas stoves. They encourage us to buy electric vehicles to cut down on oil and gasoline use, failing to explain how our failing electrical grid could handle a ramp up in EV usage and necessary recharging.

Clueless Joe and his lackeys are pitching smoke and mirrors over substance.

They have nothing concrete – other than Joe’s classified problem – and so they seek to muddy the picture with various tangential crusades.

Protect corrupt Ukraine at all costs. Resource companies are evil personified. And, of course, mean-spirited Republicans are going to eliminate Social Security and Medicare because they won’t give the Clueless One a blank check to plunge this nation yet more trillions of dollars into debt.

The sad news is, Clueless Joe’s tactics might work because the average American voter is a bit of a fool, totally absorbed in self-interest.

You give them a free lunch and they whine it isn’t a free dinner.

They envy success, but aren’t willing to put in any real effort to achieve it.

For them, Clueless Joe pointing out any success stories are merely oppression of the morons is music to their ears.

In this case, Clueless Joe is using his jawboning to preach to asses.

Classified document possessors would do well to co-opt the hashtag MeToo label.

First, it was Donald Trump, arguing about his right to possess classified documents and enduring an FBI raid at his Florida estate that, on a personnel scale, dwarfed the number of combatants sent to take down Bin Laden.

Then it was Clueless Joe Biden, whose lackeys dribbled out, months after the fact, admissions that the Clueless One had classified documents at one house.

And in a garage. And in an office. And . . .

“No regrets” said Clueless Joe with his usual arrogance, based on no real accomplishment.

Now Mike Pence, vice president under Trump, has entered the classified confessional and cried out Me, Too!

Someone ought to tell these guys holding classified documents outside legal limits is not cause for bragging.

It’s almost as though they just want the attention. As my cousin is fond of saying: “Beat me, bore me, but never ignore me.”

You are forgiven for wondering just who might be next to have their underlings confess that they, too, found classified documents among stacks of old newspapers and magazines – or wherever the next caches of purloined documents might be found.

There certainly are candidates to show up with classified material.

Start with any of those high level Ukrainian government officials who have resigned amidst allegations of widespread corruption.

You remember all those billions we’ve been sending to Ukraine, with minimal control of how the money is being spent? Well, now it seems it was going for expensive cars, mansions and luxury vacations for these governmental elites.

Bad look, especially when the war now seems to be going badly, with soldiers and citizens alike lamenting their deprived status. Yet, all the while, these governmental types have been living the A-list lifestyle.

Maybe some classified documents were among the money they purloined?

Closer to home, the scandal-plagued FBI has a fresh candidate to have classified information found in his home, car, storage unit or briefcase.

That would be former special agent Charles McGonigal, who was involved in the Trump Russiagate hoax, but now is charged with taking money – wait for it – from a Russian oligarch, that term an update on the robber baron label formerly applied to exploitative U.S. business leaders.

If, as alleged, McGonigal was taking money from the people he was supposed to be investigating, surely it might be possible some of the classified documents he handled for the FBI stuck to his sticky fingers.

We can hardly wait to awake tomorrow and see what fresh prominent name is revealed as having his or her hand caught in the classified cookie jar.

Victories inspired by emotion are a staple of sports lore.

The Win One For The Gipper speech by Notre Dame coach Knute Rockne in 1928, burned into the historic record by numerous written and movie recountings, likely is the most well-known example. The underdog Irish, inspired by the tale of Gipp on his death bed in 1920 wishing for an against-the-odds win in his name, rallied in the second half after Rockne’s talk to beat favored Army.

Yes, back in 1928 Army was a national power in college football.

But football doesn’t have a monopoly on such things. Recall stories of Herb Brooks and his motivational speech to his underdog U.S. hockey team in the 1980 Olympics (also recounted on film), or Willis Reed hobbling onto the court for Game 7 of the NBA Finals in 1970 despite a leg injury and inspiring his New York Knicks to a championship win over the Los Angeles Lakers.

I recall the time another sportswriter and I decided to take a betting stab at the USC-Cal game in 1977. Back then USC was college football royalty and Cal just tried to be competitive.

We went with USC and gave the points, only to be stunned when Cal beat the No. 10 Trojans. It turns out this was the Joe Roth Memorial Game, a tribute to the former Cal quarterback who had died with cancer in February 1977 after having played the previous season knowing he had terminal melanoma.

Score one for emotion.

But, for all those memorable times when emotion fueled teams and individuals to heights thought unlikely if not impossible, there are many more times when it all failed to produce the Hollywood ending.

I thought of this today as the Buffalo Bills lost badly to the Cincinnati Bengals in a snowy NFL playoff game played in Buffalo. It was these very same two teams who were playing a regular-season game a few weeks back when Bills player Damar Hamlin nearly died due to a cardiac event following a big hit. The game never finished.

Hamlin survived and likely will make a full recovery. His story has captivated the sporting world and how many times since the incident we have heard the Bills were going to win for Hamlin.

Hamlin was in a luxury suite at the stadium Sunday, and his presence was featured on the broadcast. Reportedly there was a pregame visit by Hamlin to the Bills locker room.

And yet the Bills lost in rather one-sided fashion. Inspiration was not evident.

The 1978 World Series comes to mind as another prominent example of emotion coming up short. Long-time Los Angeles Dodgers player and assistant coach Jim “Junior” Gilliam had died just before the World Series due to a brain hemorrhage.

Patches bearing Gilliam’s number 19 were on the Dodgers uniforms and after wins in the first two games, the dedication of the Series victory to Gilliam was being spoken of prominently.

The New York Yankees then won the next four games in succession and the Gilliam angle couldn’t change that.

Emotion and momentum are important to sports. But so is talent.

This recalls the corruption of a Bible verse, the spin on this having been attributed to various sources, including famous sportswriter Damon Runyon: “The race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong; but that is the way to bet.”

It’s another day, another example of Clueless Joe Biden’s death by a thousand (classified) paper cuts.

Saturday, the Clueless One’s personal lawyers, who inexplicably have been given free rein in searching for more and more classified documents erroneously possessed by Biden, fessed up to having found six additional examples Friday in one of Biden’s homes.

Some, apparently were from Biden’s term as a senator.

Still no FBI raid or forcible entry, although I understand why the Feds are less interested in searching DR. JILL BIDEN’S pantry drawer than they were ruffling through unmentionables once worn by Melania Trump.

They may be political animals, but they aren’t stupid.

If you’re keeping track, this means documents have been found in Biden residences, in a garage with his prized car, and in an office he formerly used at a think tank funded hugely by China.

To borrow a pet phrase of Clueless Joe’s, Come on, man!

Word also has leaked out that feckless son Hunter spent time with the car and at the house at which it is headquartered, raising uncomfortable questions about this story becoming an inconvenient nexus of Bidens, questionable behavior and Chinese money.

It’s fair to speculate what revelations we will witness in coming days, with the usual stonewalling by White House Press Secretary Karine Gay Paris (pronounced Par-ee).

ITEM: Classified papers found in glove box of Biden’s classic Corvette.

WHITE HOUSE EXPLANATION: Joe thought it was paperwork documenting the mileage on the vehicle, which he may have to put up for auction to pay legal fees.

ITEM: Classified documents found on toilet paper rolls in the facilities on Air Force One.

WHITE HOUSE EXPLANATION: Clueless Joe was feeling guilty about all the carbon his jet was disgorging into the environment, so he was recycling the classified papers as toilet paper.

ITEM: Shredded classified documents found along the route of the parade egomaniacal Joe insisted on having as he was driven to his beach home.

WHITE HOUSE EXPLANATION: More green thinking, reusing classified papers for tickertape to feed the massive need for adoration of the Clueless One and DR. JILL BIDEN!!!!!!!

ITEM: Classified papers found in Hunter Biden’s room at one of The Big Guy’s mansions.

WHITE HOUSE EXPLANATION: Once again, it was a case of striking a blow for the environment. Instead of burning matches, or using a deadly gas stove, Hunter lit his crack pipe with self-combusting classified documents. Think of the destroying of message tapes on the intro to the old Mission: Impossible television series.

ITEM: After Clueless Joe wanders away from a podium amidst a speech, he leaves a sheaf of papers that are found to be, you guessed it, classified documents.

WHITE HOUSE EXPLANATION: We have none. Just take him away. Please.

Ivan Provorov and Tony Dungy committed the unpardonable sin this week, a pair of sports figures who refused to bow to the leftist political/media monolith. Now they reap the whirlwind of outrageous criticism.

Provorov, a white defenseman on the Philadelphia Flyers, refused to participate in the team’s pregame virtue signalling to the gay community. Specifically, Provorov refused to do the pregame skate with Gay pride-themed costuming, even rainbow stick tape.

Provorov cited the inconsistency of it all with his Russian Orthodox Christian faith. Provorov’s coach, John Tortorella, had no problem with the stance.

Truth be told, Tortorella probably is in the majority of the population. Sales of Provorov’s jersey skyrocketed after this. But the tyrannical minority in the lamestream media and social media, were aghast. HOW DARE HE?

The Woke crowd, and those who go along out of fear of facing their wrath, accused Provorov of hiding behind his faith, or failing to be a team guy in celebrating this greatest cause on the face of the Earth.

The NHL, which has turned into something of a Woke coffee klatsch (iced coffee, of course), has not announced any specific penalty.

The outrage over Provorov is ridiculous. What if the Flyers decided to have a Second Amendment night, with a pregame skate in attire sporting gun logos and miniature examples of our Constitution?

You think a player opting to skip that would be criticized. More likely, he’d be celebrated by our leftist thought leaders.

Yet both the gay and gun examples, at their base, are supporting constitutionally and legally mandated freedoms.

Were these Provorov critics incensed any time a player in any sport decided to kneel to protest during our National Anthem, or simply to remain in the locker room for that pregame display of Patriotism?

Provorov is to be respected for being true to his religion. If that offends you, sit in the corner and suck a thumb.

I never have had any personal contact with Provorov, but I did deal with Dungy when he played and coached for the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Dungy, at his base, is a gentle, soft-spoken, thoughtful person. He was and is just a decent guy who probably leans toward the liberal side of the spectrum, at least in the traditional sense of liberalism being outspoken on the rights of others, not just those who agree with you.

Dungy’s mistake was to announce he would be participating in Friday’s March For Life in Washington, D.C.

For Dungy’s effort, someone writing for The Nation, a publication somewhere on the left of Chairman Mao, referred to Dungy’s “right wing extremism.”

The writer also managed to pillory Dungy for allegedly being an “anti-gay bigot.”

Because Dungy, who happens to be black, works for NBC as a studio panel member and sometimes announcer, the screed in The Nation lamented his having such a widely watched platform.

It’s not like Dungy tries to inflict his personal beliefs on the viewers, unlike the NFL which, for example, has virtue signaling messages on helmets and the borders of the playing field, where they are captured by cameras and relayed to viewership maybe a thousand times or more per broadcast.

Dungy’s speech Friday linked the reality of a nation praying for the health of Buffalo Bills player Damar Hamlin after his life-threatening episode during a game, while virtually ignoring the multitude of aborted lives that take place daily in this country.

In these times of ridiculously hyperbolic and incendiary commentary from keyboard warriors, Provorov could have taken the easy road and just put on the gay apparel. Dungy could have just stayed home and kept his thoughts to himself.

That neither was cowed by the mob and took the easy way out speaks well for both men.

Life returned to what passes for normal in the Greater Johnstown School District Thursday, after a two-day shutdown due to what has been reported as multiple threats of violence against the district.

I’m thinking they were not threatening merely to break windows or slash bus tires.

Reports say two juveniles have been taken into custody regarding the threats, that word being issued at a press conference yesterday.

And, because the alleged makers of the threats are underage, details are not to be shared with the populace.

This means that whatever punishment they receive, should they be found guilty, likely will be mild and magically expunged from their record after a suitable passage of time, leaving them free to become repeat offenders down the line.

Ah, but we should feel good about a cryptic communication from law officials that the juveniles no longer are a threat. What’s the timeframe on that?

The relatively quick apprehension of the offenders was a positive, but fairly predictable.

Begin with the reality that such individuals are not too bright. Add in that they no doubt were only too eager to brag about their exploits to friends and/or family.

Maybe they even used a traceable method to make the threats.

Whatever the details the problem is solved, for now.

You would be justified in pondering whether any other mental midgets, emboldened by the school district being shut down for two days due to the threats of these two, might want a turn in the spotlight.

Allow me to restate a thought from a previous post. This sort of thing goes on unless or until the punishment is severe enough to serve as a deterrent.

Because of ridiculous juvenile identity protection protocols, we likely never will know if these same offenders show up later on the wrong side of the law. But that is a distinct possibility.

The Greater Johnstown School District enters day two in limbo tomorrow, another day of school canceled because someone is alleged to have threatened to shoot up one or more schools.

Amy Arcurio, who pulls down the big bucks as school superintendent to make such decisions, came out early Tuesday evening, just as she had a day earlier, with a written release citing an “abundance of caution” as the reason for keeping students home the next day.

Specifics have been few. Our local media outlets, both electronic and print, have done more of their superficial examples of coverage. They take what is spoonfed to them and regurgitate it for your enlightenment. No digging. No depth of coverage.

This is not exactly stellar journalism, but it has come to be accepted here.

I recall the time years back when one outraged microphone jockey bristled that he had gone to a news conference and asked a question that the speaker refused to answer. Said I to the people with me watching this broadcast report at that time, “Commit journalism for God’s sake, Find a source to provide the information.”

It is a basic truth of journalism, with which I had a 35-year association, that once two people know something, it’s no longer a secret. If you have developed sources on your beat through the years, you can find out a lot of stuff no one wants you to know.

Compile enough background, enough off-the-record information, and you often easily move on to getting someone on the record.

But I no longer do this for a living, so I must rely on the so-called professionals working in this town to provide depth of coverage for me.

Since they’ve dropped the ball, I have some thoughts on all this.

First, Arcurio and her “abundance of caution” are merely the current verbiage for CYA – Cover Your A xx (butt). I’m not sure I blame her, but it sure is a sad commentary on our current society.

The odds are something like 9999-1 that anyone actually would “shoot up the place.” Schools already have police stationed on premises. There are security guards. There are metal detectors.

Plus, you’ve warned them something is coming, so there goes the element of surprise. I think I’d be more worried if my children attended other school districts, thinking that maybe the Johnstown threat was just a diversion if the individual making the threat had some intelligence to go along with the psychosis.

This threat likely was designed to do exactly what it did, exert control over people usually in a position of authority. Make them squirm and dance to your tune.

Their willingness to do the CYA two-step is both predictable and unfortunate.

A police spokesman was quoted by one media member along the line of they’re working on it. I hope so. I hope they are working so hard they’ve about got it down to a suspect or two and are moving to arrest said person.

But an arrest will solve little. If it is a juvenile or young adult, as is most likely the case, the public apologists will come out demanding compassion and forgiveness. Just poor judgment, don’t you know. Maybe a little slap on the wrist and some time in alternative school and all will be well.

I think something a little more draconian is in order. Maybe not execution, but how about life in prison?

Never happen, but imagine the deterrent if punks and idiots of all stripe knew the punishment for such ridiculous behavior would be severe in the extreme.

Lack of discipline has turned too many schools into indoor zoos. Similar lack of discipline, and punishment for slackers in the general population, has done the same with society writ large.

We are reaping the ills of years of benign neglect in terms of failing to hold individuals accountable for their actions.

If and when this threat runs its course and the suspects are nabbed, expect them to be dealt with lightly, emboldening others to perpetrate similar acts down the line.

George Santos, the gay Republican elected to the House of Representatives who now is under fire for alleged lies about himself, is no more than a product of the gay agenda taken by him to its logical extreme.

That agenda is built on the cornerstone that reality, biology, societal norms, all are to be pitched to the side in favor of what an individual believes about himself, herself, itself.

Behind the alphabet soup concocted to cover all the gender-confused bases – LGBTQQIP2SAA – is the thinking that the only rules that apply are those one makes for oneself.

It’s a wild expansion on the premise of 17^th century philosopher Rene Descartes and his “I think therefore I am,” philosophical dictum.

Descartes was in search of an undoubtable truth, a basic truism that was irrefutable.

The gay community has expanded upon that thinking with “I think I am (fill in the blank) therefore I am (fill in the blank).”

To dispute any of their assertions is to subject yourself to charges of bigotry, racism, homophobia or any other incendiary term the enablers might want to apply.

I recall the Sybil phenomenon of the 1970s, producing a best-selling book and a movie starring Joanne Woodward and Sally Field, about a woman professing to have multiple personalities.

The patient would tell her psychiatrist she was a little girl, little boy, baby, etc. and go into great detail about what ended up being 16 separate identities. In those unenlightened times, this was considered a mental illness, multiple personality disorder (since rechristened dissociative identity disorder).

Society was not expected to be re-ordered to accommodate whatever personality Sybil was claiming on that day. She was to be treated – cured if possible.

In an ironic parallel to the Santos case, a book from a decade back “Sybil Exposed” notes that Sybil had embarked on this series of multiple personality lies to gain attention.

The more she created, the more attention she got from her psychiatrist. Even though the book maintains Sybil told the psychiatrist she was just making it up, this psychiatrist was in the midst of writing her own book about the “disorder” and so dismissed the admission of falsehood as just the patient trying to avoid therapy.

This brings us to Santos, who admits to putting “a little bit of fluff” in his resume. Among the things he is reported to have exaggerated are graduating from college, working for prominent Wall Street investment firms, being a successful financier on his own, having created an animal rescue charity and being Jewish.

I am fairly certain that if Santos were a Democrat, there would be a lot less outrage about all of this.

Instead, the gay lobby would be out beating the drums for him. If Santos identifies as a college graduate, accomplished financier, creator of a charity and even Jewish, who are we to argue?

These are the same people who would insist a biological male can be a biological female simply by wishing and thinking it to be so.

It’s no more ridiculous for Santos to be imagining himself to have achieved all those successes, than it is for a bearded gent to argue he might get pregnant in the not-too-distant future.

If we’re going to hold Santos to the standard of truth and reality (and we should!), let’s expand that to restoring truth and reality to all things sexual orientation, and all things politics for that matter.

The NFL’s self-proclaimed Super Wild Card Weekend is coming down the homestretch having been more stupor than super.

Yes, most of the games have been close as I write this ahead of the Baltimore-Cincinnati game Sunday night, but have they been well-played? Not in my opinion.

The San Francisco-Seattle game got it all started Saturday with the 49ers sprinting to a 10-0 lead, managing to blow that and trail 17-16 at halftime, but eventually pulling away to win, 41-23.

Seattle, which concluded the season at 9-9, showed in the second half of this game the many reasons theirs was a questionable playoff team, having gotten into the postseason based on a win to finish the season in what one source quoted by ESPN described as the “worst officiated game of the year.”

You can lead a bad team to the playoffs, but you can’t make it win.

Later on Saturday, the LA Chargers managed to blow a 27-0 lead to lose 31-30 in come-from-ahead fashion. Jacksonville quarterback Trevor Lawrence threw not one, not two, not three, but four interceptions and the Jaguars lost a fumble, yet still won.

Chargers coach Brandon Staley described the inexplicable loss as “a killer.”

Somehow, the 10-8 Jaguars move on to divisional round play.

Sunday’s first game, a 34-31 win by the Buffalo Bills, was more improbable floundering by both teams.

Buffalo quarterback Josh Allen threw a couple of interceptions and suffered a strip sack that went for a touchdown.

The second seed Bills were doing all they could to blow this game against injury-riddled Miami, playing its third-string quarterback.

Yet Miami seemed never before to have seen a play clock and suffered repeated penalties for delay, or had to burn timeouts to avoid penalties because they simply couldn’t get the snap off in time.

If you opened your window, you could smell the stench coming off this game. But someone had to win, or, more correctly, someone had to lose and the Dolphins came through on the losing front.

Wild Card stupor moved west to Minnesota, where the horseshoe finally fell out of the collective butt of the Vikings.

This Minnesota team, with the absolute worst pass defense in the league statistically, and a penchant for falling behind – often big – somehow had won 13 games.

Perhaps the Vikings’ mistake in this one was taking the opening drive to a touchdown and a 7-0 lead. The New York Giants rallied and went up 17-7, dominating the game on the strength of the running and passing of quarterback Daniel Jones.

The Vikings came back, but so did the Giants to win 31-24.

In the end, Vikings quarterback Kirk Cousins lived up to his reputation for coming up small when the chips were down in big games. Late in the contest, facing fourth-and-long, Cousins threw a pass that while complete, was well short of the sticks, handing the ball and the game to the Giants.

This Vikings-Giants game was replete with apparent officiating errors, too, from a missed false start on a Giants score, to a missed offensive hold on a big play for the Vikings, and a very questionable personal foul call late vs. the Giants on a pass rush that gave the Vikings hope for another horseshoe game.

On the bright side, the Vikings cemented their claim to being the worst 13-win team in NFL history.

The nightcap between Baltimore and Cincinnati has just kicked off, but I’m expecting more of the same, that being wildly inconsistent football not usually associated with the playoffs. Ditto for Monday’s Dallas-Tampa Bay game.

This “Super” weekend has not been the NFL’s finest hour. Close final scores don’t necessarily denote quality.

It was during a phone call with a relative last night that he posited publicizing of the Clueless Joe Biden classified papers leak had more than a hint of an inside job by Democrats designed to get rid of Biden.

This was his presumption, which he jokingly said he’d thought about posting on social media and getting banned for his efforts. He had gotten past that, but writing was such tough work, so he was passing along the idea to me.

I told him no problem, I’d already written about this sort of thing in the past on this very blog, not that anyone read it. Precisely, in a post from Aug. 22, 2021, headlined Knives Come Out For Biden, I’d noted that the Teflon Big Guy was getting surprising heat then over his botched Afghanistan pullout.

I likened it to buyers’ remorse due to the growing realization that the Biden-Harris team was more like Laurel and Hardy, or Abbott and Costello than Batman and Robin.

Understand that Biden was ushered into office by the media-leftist cabal because they knew one of their favored candidates, Bernie Sanders, could not win a nationwide general election.

While they were running for president a real-life example of the scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz, might as well toss in a fool female of color for vice president in an attempt to make some feel-good history.

And so we got Biden-Harris.

The heat was backed off Biden for a time after the initial Afghanistan outrage, as the real powers of the Democratic party decided how to proceed. I’m speculating they were willing to let Biden and Harris make a mess of things and then bid them both farewell at the end of their terms.

After all, Joe was about 180 years old and he’d indicated previously he was unlikely to run for a second term. But that has changed of late.

Perhaps Biden, who has trouble remembering what he had for breakfast, simply forget his previous lack of interest in a second term. Or maybe Biden is indulging his fabulously huge ego.

Either way, it could be the powers behind his throne are nervous that Biden might live long enough to run again and if you thought his first election required massive voting shenanigans, those would pale in comparison to what it would take to put him back in office in 2024.

But the timing is the problem. Not that many months back, had the Democrat powerbrokers wanted to get rid of Biden, they simply could have pulled the switch and dumped him for Cameltoe Harris.

When Harris faltered, as she would have, Democrats would have Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi ready to step into the breach. But now the Republicans control the House, so it rests on Harris if Joe is shown the door.

Perhaps the Democrats behind the scenes are playing the long game. Weaken Biden with this classified document revelation.

Count on the Republicans to investigate Hunter Biden and his Chinese buddies, as well as looking into how our nation’s intelligence and judicial systems were weaponized for political gain under the Biden regime.

By the time 2024 rolls around and thoughts turn to campaigning, Biden might get a phone call that most, or all, of his problems could be made to go away if only he didn’t run again.

Biden, or his handlers, could be counted on to fade into the background under that scenario.

And Democrats would be free to run the likes of California governor Gavin Newsom or Michelle Obama for president in 2024 maybe even teaming them on the same ticket.

Speculation? Yes. Outrageous? No.