Joe Biden is officially no longer president—and let’s be honest, it couldn’t have come a moment too soon.
After four years of bumbling incompetence, disastrous policies, and what might just go down as the most corrupt slate of pardons in American history, Biden and First Lady Jill shuffled off to Joint Base Andrews to board Air Force One for the last time. Where did they head next? California, of course, for yet another vacation, which feels entirely appropriate given that the man spent nearly 40% of his presidency on “breaks.”
But before retreating to what I can only imagine is a golf cart somewhere in Palm Springs, Biden left us with one final “speech,” slurred and meandering as usual, complete with potshots at Donald Trump and wildly delusional commentary about his so-called legacy.
Now, let’s break this down. Biden had the audacity to suggest that “history’s going to mark down just what you did,” clearly trying to position himself as a historic figure. And he’s not wrong—history will mark him down. It just won’t be the flattering picture he’s imagining.
America’s overwhelming decision to elect Donald Trump to a second term is the clearest possible repudiation of Biden’s disastrous presidency. Inflation, energy dependence, soaring crime, a border crisis, foreign policy blunders—you name it, Biden’s administration managed to botch it. The voters stood up and said, “Enough is enough,” and Biden just can’t seem to admit it.
But instead of some humility or reflection, what does Biden do? He delivers more empty platitudes. He rambled about seeds “blooming for decades,” a hilariously ironic metaphor given how his policies did little more than plant weeds that choked out American prosperity. And let’s not even pretend he’s going to “stay in the fight.” Biden is done. His presidency is over, and so is his influence within the Democratic Party.
His handlers—those shadowy far-left true believers—are now scrambling to clean up the mess they created, but they’ve already lost control of the narrative. The Democratic Party is fractured, and the factional infighting is going to get ugly. For the foreseeable future, the Biden wing of the party will wear the blame for handing Trump a second term on a silver platter.
Now, as much as we can breathe a collective sigh of relief with Trump back in the White House, it’s important to note that Biden’s defeat isn’t necessarily a win for the country’s sanity. Sure, his handlers were left-wing radicals, but they were at least the polished, media-friendly variety.
What comes next for the Democratic Party is likely to be even more chaotic, with younger, louder, and crazier factions jockeying for power. Progressivism is an endless march toward identity-based insanity, and don’t think for a second that Biden’s downfall will put an end to that. If anything, it will accelerate it.
And how did Biden close out his final speech? By awkwardly thanking everyone repeatedly and trailing off into yet another confusing exit. “Do I go out this way?” he mumbled, fumbling as he tried to leave the stage. If that doesn’t perfectly encapsulate the Biden presidency, I don’t know what does.
A man wandering in circles, unclear on where he’s going or how to get there, while the world moves on without him. His inability to even exit the stage cleanly is practically a metaphor for the entire mess of his administration.
The reality is this: Biden’s only real accomplishment in four years was ushering in a second Trump term through sheer incompetence. Every misguided executive order, every foreign policy embarrassment, every inflation-inducing spending spree culminated in today’s inauguration. Trump’s second term isn’t just a victory for conservatives—it’s a resounding rejection of the Biden era.
No amount of revisionist history from the media or half-hearted speeches from Biden will change that. His legacy is set, and it’s in tatters. The ship he so desperately wanted to captain has not just sailed—it sank. Good riddance.