DEMENTIA LOST MY MIND
DEMENTIA LOST MY MIND
In a twist that sounds straight out of a political satire, imagine Joe Biden, in a moment of distraction, misplacing classified documents in the most unlikely of places. Picture the scene: the President, after a long day of meetings, accidentally leaves a stack of top-secret papers in a local ice cream shop. The bewildered shop owner finds them, sandwiched between napkins, right next to a half-eaten cone of rocky road. Panic ensues as the Secret Service swoops in, only to find the President already there, sheepishly retrieving the documents with one hand while holding a fresh scoop of mint chocolate chip in the other.
In another bizarre turn, Biden decides to take a personal day, trading the Oval Office for a quiet spot in the park. As he feeds the ducks, pondering over pressing national security issues, a gust of wind snatches a classified document right from his hands. The chase is on: the President, Secret Service agents, and a particularly ambitious duck, all sprinting across the park. The document finally recovers from the pond, slightly soggy and with a new top-secret stamp: webbed footprints. This incident prompts an immediate review of document safety protocols, including a new rule: no feeding ducks with classified materials.
Lastly, imagine a family dinner at the Biden household, where a game of charades takes an unexpected turn. Joe, ever so competitive, decides to use one of the misplaced classified documents as a prop for his turn, mistaking it for his grocery list. The family bursts into laughter, not at his acting skills, but at the realization that "nuclear codes" and "pick up milk" have somehow ended up on the same piece of paper. The evening ends with a call to the National Archives, a promise to stick to using actual shopping lists for future games, and a collective sigh of relief that the only crisis averted was a potential milk shortage at the Biden residence.
