 They used to ask President Trump, why don't you act your age? What a ridiculous way for a guano cat to behave. Which was a good question. Act your age. But the question they keep asking President Biden is, why do you act so aged? I have AIDS. And I'm starting to think the former question less problematic than the latter. Oh, not AIDS. You've aged. Imagine an encounter in a presidential debate. Being paged? No, I'm paged. Aged. Biden asking Trump, oh come on man, why don't you act your age? Act your age, since then you look foolish. Trump responding, why do you act so aged? I have AIDS? Again? And then they both keel over from overexhaustion. No. The debate of the century, two Titans duking it out. Exhausted. Ow. Oh no, look out, Bernie Sanders is hobbling into the ring, giving his battle cry. Marge, I agree with you in theory. Communism. In theory, communism works. In theory. Hillary Clinton after her nap jabbing cheap shots with her cane through the rope screaming, I'll take you out like I took out my husband's last secretary. I'm sorry, but I don't think we should vote for anybody older than President Reagan was when he was president. Patrick, I don't think we should. What's that, Phil? I'm an age bigot now. I'm not trying to be an age bigot. Mr. Bigot. I'm just saying they're too old. He's too old. What's that, Phil? I can't say that. What? What did you say, Senator? You can't say that. Okay, well, just, just edit it out. Edit that out, Phil. He can't say that! We don't want to get in any trouble or anything. All right. Now, we don't want any trouble. If you don't want any trouble, what are you doing in my town?