joe biden x donald trump how romantic

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Big man Joe Biden woke up in the morning in his super duper STRAIGHT bed in the white house. The other half of the large bed was cleanly made - untouched. Biden took a few minutes to lift up his phone, thinking of how much easier his life would be if he got to sit in a nursing home like all the other kids. He read the date- January 6th, 2021... the date never chuanges (/ref). He let out a long and heavy sigh at the thought of facing another difficult and strenuous day. Silently, Bidernman cursed himself for this discontent he felt towards his life. There were so many people out there who would kill, who would do anything for what he had... His rival, Donald Trupmiepoo.

That accursed day back in 2021 rang in his head on the daily. Poor Daurnaurld had just been beaten out in the election. By him (akja Joe Biden president of the united states of america). Biden felt a sick kind of sympathy for the man. It was an emotion he knew he could never share with anyone else, something so out-of-character and against all the rules and morals he held himself to. Trumpsies was supposed to be his sworn enemy! Biuden thought back to the times from 2016 to 2020, where he'd go out on the street and get rotten tomatoes thrown at him. "Dirty liberal boy!!!" they'd all say, "Stupid butt boy!!! Looks like poop from a butt!!! Imagine lmaomaomaomaoamoa"... They were some of the most painful memories of Joe's life.

He had fought for his place in the office!!! It was something that he could never gigvfe up (until the end of his term cough cough unless he has another o9ne or something). So why was he feeling this way about Donald?!?!?! His determined eyes, the gleam that'd light in them whenever he saw a filthy liberal! His daunting height, sitting a rare three inches over Biden's own. His sweeping strawberry blond hair and stocky frame, his childhood aspirations of becoming a drag queen (before he learned that slaying is morally incorrect). Even after all the pain that the man had caused for him, Biden couldn't help but hold a strange affection for him.

But while Joe himself may have found a way through all that had been done to him, the others in the democratic party wouldn't hold nearly as much mercy for Donald. Kamala and the others would often talk of the trouble that the orangely impish man had caused for them. And Biden knew that it extended beyond that- he shouldn't even dare to forgive the freaky dude, not when he remembered the dozens of full-blooded liberals that had been dunked into stinky poopoo butt water under his reign. Bajillions had died. (He also thought of the immigrants, trans people, gay people and such that Trumpsies wished death upon or whatever, but like that's not as important).

Even if Biden was willing to forgive the acts against himself, it would be wrong to welcome the man after the things he had done to others. His crimes realistically yielded punishment (crime and punishment ado cover mentioned?), even if it was something that Biden himself couldn't bear to do.

Joe Biden, still so eepy sleepy ahhhh, sat up from his bed and rang the bell sat on his nightstand. After the servants were done dressing him for the day, Joe walked out to the big ol white house kitchen. He saw Jill Biden, his wife- even if it was hard to call her that nowadays. They weren't even sleeping in the same bed anymore. By the present day of 2024, they had been married for a grand total of 46 years. They were nearing their 50th anniversary. Their anniversaries were always something that Biden dreaded, but he could never comprehend why. As each one approached, his gut filled with a crawling sense of dread. It felt like a humongous chore for Biden, just one more thing he had to get over with. And with the upcoming 2024 election where he would have to fight viciously for his spot in the US against Trump (a man he was... apprehensive to see, to say the least), anniversaries just weren't something he had the time to think about- even if that meant not thinking about his marriage at all.

If he could just shove down the complicated feelings he held towards his rival (it couldn't be affection, no?) and learn how correctly to care for his wife, then maybe Joe would finally be living right. The way things were at the moment, the way he lived was a direct betrayal of all the people he held dear to his heart. Joe may not have been showing things in his actions, in a way that all of them could recognize, but he knew that his resolve was wavering, his hatred which in all elements was nothing but justified was waning and rotting to a sick... tenderness for the man. His enemy.

He walked into his office and started his day.