After President Joe Robinette Biden Junior withdrew from the presidential race

After President Joe Robinette Biden Junior withdrew from the presidential race... Planet earth (the Mother of all) breathed a collective and palpable sigh of relief, and I too deeply exhaled, a foregone conclusion staved off today July 21st, 2024, whereat the audacious, contumacious, discracious, hellacious, marlacious, mendacious, predacious, pugnacious, salacious, ungracious, voracious elephant furiously stomping around the room seems less imminent to trample out the vintage, where the grapes of wrath stored hence wine not express relief thee inevitable defiant ego-freezer chances of bagging the election considerably diminished in the mind of yours truly, cuz let's be honest, the current commander in chief odds of winning before he withdrew would never have received sizeable percentage of electoral votes a snowball's chance in hell, though I rue advocating quitting, (especially as applies to yours truly - me) withdrawing from less than half hearted labor, that trace amount of ambition witnessed courtesy exerting feeble effort particularly toward various and sundry countless vocational pursuits when I happened to be a perpetual student matriculating at many colleges/universities, but graduating from none except the school of hard knocks. Vaingloriousness absent in my vocabulary, cuz during formative years of mein kampf mental, physical and spiritual development I exhibited passivity involving academic, interpersonal and athletic pursuits and wonder where in the webbed, wide world the days of my life the existence of a very reformed wandering Jew slung this earthling around the black (hole) son threescore and six orbitz since January thirteenth two thousand and twenty four. Longevity and mortality hopefully witness remaining lifetime of mine equaling an additional thirty three totally tubular birthdays roaming thru starry sky since mcmlix after the common era each day being alive celebrated (like the jumping frog of Calaveras County) a schizophrenic doubting thomas at puberty his psyche markedly twain, never put figurative nose to the grindstone thus he feels undeserving of pomp and circumstance, when milestones barely accomplished with minimal expenditure of blood, sweat and tears bajillion years before the human league prolifically predominated planet, when primordial earth, wind, and fire shape shifting like a huge foghat, whereby fluke of circumstances triggered accretion of microbial organisms eventually bridging cosmic infrastructure vaguely analogous to symbiotic contra dance differentiation of matter manifested under a sheltering sky begat seeds of life and white lily ushering over milleniums distinct plant and animal species among the latter – beetle browed, foo fighting, bountiful ink spots soaking up osmotically one after another lovin' spoonful within small medium at large ink spots organic molecules (monomers) and complex organic molecules (polymers) formed from inorganic materials in the primitive atmosphere fast forward eons later when clumped entities deployed diploid doped baby boomer generation among one feisty young married couple succumbed to primal reproductive urge begetting das scribe of these words sometime around early/mid April nineteen hundred and fifty eight. From the get go (as the product of a Geico caveman) I exhibited nervous disposition and if born today would probably be hashtagged as Asperger, cuz early development foretold exceptionally docile behavior withdrawn into nonsocial realm quite evident as I attended grade school slinking away from the madding crowd.