‘Dan the Man’ slowly got up from his work-desk being extra careful with his legs and feet. Ever since that morning almost two years ago when he suffered a stroke, it was increasingly difficult to walk. “Welcome to 74”, he thought as he shuffled off to the kitchen for something to eat.
A few minutes later he was back at his desk, staring at his screen, where he was writing a diary of sorts. He realized that there wasn’t much to look forward to in life. Let’s see FedEx had just dropped of a package that a Media-com tech was to install this coming Monday. And there was Double Dash, who was due Friday with goodies. Golly gee. So much to do, so little time.
Old man Dan looked at the internet, surfing a cornucopia of potential topics to cover. Suddenly Biden came bubbling to the surface. Ah yes, that bumbling nabob of political insanity, cocooned in a layer of protection based on the dregs of the democratic party. Sort of a demented old hotdog sandwich. Doing his damn-est to hogtie Trump and keep him from the poles. Fine, if they want to play that way… GoFundMe came to mind. The old man smiled…