Logical would be April Fools day. 4/1/2023.

2 years and 3 months of Biden pretending to be president.

January 20, 2029.

July 2021

(03-11-2021 11:23 AM)Morkai Wrote:  January 20, 2029.

I'd be willing to bet you a $1 Million that it is before that.

(03-11-2021 06:48 PM)blah Wrote:  

(03-11-2021 11:23 AM)Morkai Wrote:  January 20, 2029.

I'd be willing to bet you a $1 Million that it is before that.

Me too.

(03-11-2021 06:48 PM)blah Wrote:  

(03-11-2021 11:23 AM)Morkai Wrote:  January 20, 2029.

I'd be willing to bet you a $1 Million that it is before that.

Better hope that the bet pays out quickly. $1mm won’t be worth peanuts after two years of Biden/Yellen.

(03-11-2021 11:23 AM)Morkai Wrote:  January 20, 2029.

Is that the date they announce he's been dead for years and they've been using deepfakes to fool people into thinking he isn't a corpse?

I'll go with Jan 21st 2022. They wont be able to make it 2 years.

I'm going May 1, 2021. That will let him serve the first 100 days.

Dementia is a horrible thing to watch. I did it 2 years ago with my late father. I don't wish it on anyone. I hope Biden maintains his current level of mental ability for as long as he is POTUS. The alternative is down right scary.

(03-11-2021 08:10 PM)Fo Shizzle Wrote:  Dementia is a horrible thing to watch. I did it 2 years ago with my late father. I don't wish it on anyone. I hope Biden maintains his current level of mental ability for as long as he is POTUS. The alternative is down right scary.

He appears to be about the same stage as my father, granted everyone progresses differently but my father can't drive and can no longer handle his own finances. My father can still read without missing a beat most days, kind of like Biden is doing now with the Teleprompters.

July 4, 2021 so every Independence Day we can commemorate our first female President.

(03-11-2021 08:19 PM)THE NC Herd Fan Wrote:  

(03-11-2021 08:10 PM)Fo Shizzle Wrote:  Dementia is a horrible thing to watch. I did it 2 years ago with my late father. I don't wish it on anyone. I hope Biden maintains his current level of mental ability for as long as he is POTUS. The alternative is down right scary.

He appears to be about the same stage as my father, granted everyone progresses differently but my father can't drive and can no longer handle his own finances. My father can still read without missing a beat most days, kind of like Biden is doing now with the Teleprompters.

He is pretty much like my Dad was 5 to 6 years before it got where he could not figure out how to drive the car. It progressed slowly and in "jumps"...like the steps of a staircase. Finally he became delusional and everyone was his enemy. He actually tried to stab me. He never raised a hand to me or anyone else in his life before that. It was like he was another person. He knew me..but..I became his mortal enemy. Thankfully a stroke took his life before I had to have him put in memory care. I don't wish this schit on anyone..including Joe Biden.

(03-11-2021 08:49 PM)Fo Shizzle Wrote:  

(03-11-2021 08:19 PM)THE NC Herd Fan Wrote:  

(03-11-2021 08:10 PM)Fo Shizzle Wrote:  Dementia is a horrible thing to watch. I did it 2 years ago with my late father. I don't wish it on anyone. I hope Biden maintains his current level of mental ability for as long as he is POTUS. The alternative is down right scary.

He appears to be about the same stage as my father, granted everyone progresses differently but my father can't drive and can no longer handle his own finances. My father can still read without missing a beat most days, kind of like Biden is doing now with the Teleprompters.

He is pretty much like my Dad was 5 to 6 years before it got where he could not figure out how to drive the car. It progressed slowly and in "jumps"...like the steps of a staircase. Finally he became delusional and everyone was his enemy. He actually tried to stab me. He never raised a hand to me or anyone else in his life before that. It was like he was another person. He knew me..but..I became his mortal enemy. Thankfully a stroke took his life before I had to have him put in memory care. I don't wish this schit on anyone..including Joe Biden.

Yes, doctors have told my stepmother, Never turn your back on a person with dementia cause eventually they will not recognize you and they may try to hurt you.

(03-11-2021 08:10 PM)Fo Shizzle Wrote:  Dementia is a horrible thing to watch. I did it 2 years ago with my late father. I don't wish it on anyone. I hope Biden maintains his current level of mental ability for as long as he is POTUS. The alternative is down right scary.

A family friend is in hospice for it. I've seen it progress. Its absolutely cruel. Biden* cant even read a teleprompter well. He has a year, tops

(03-11-2021 09:03 PM)THE NC Herd Fan Wrote:  Yes, doctors have told my stepmother, Never turn your back on a person with dementia cause eventually they will not recognize you and they may try to hurt you.

Fortunately or not, by the time my dad was into full-blown Alzheimer's, he was so stove up with Parkinson's that he couldn't hurt anyone if he tried. He had flown B-24s on the Ploesti raids, completed his missions, and was back home transitioning to B-26s for the invasion of Japan when Truman dropped the bomb, he came home and married my mom, and I came along a couple of years later. He never lost his love for flying, and he would take me up whenever he could get an airplane (never bought one, anything that flies, floats of f***s is cheaper to rent than buy).

Summer of 2001, my son and I were going to Australia for 6 weeks. In April, the docs told my mother and brother, "It may be 6 weeks or it may be 6 months, but he doesn't have long left." I told my mom that if it happened while we were in Australia, that wasn't a place that you just hopped on the next airplane home. So we worked out a deal where my mom would have a very private ceremony (which she wanted) while we were gone, and when we got back we would have a large memorial service (which my brother wanted). In preparation, my son and I flew back Memorial Day to see him, for what we both figured would be the last time. I had gotten used to his not knowing me by then, but this was the first time that he didn't recognize his grandson. That shook all of us up. Anyway, the next weekend I went to see the Pearl Harbor movie with Ben Affleck. There are some decent action scenes, but a really hokey love story. But the last scene, the war is over, Affleck is back in Tennessee with his war bride and war child, flying crop dusters again. They are on the front porch and there is a Stearman biplane parked out front. Affleck asks the kid, "You want go flying?" and the kid says, "Yes," and off they go. As they roll the credits, the Stearman is bobbing and weaving in and out. I stopped. That was my father and me in 1953. I called my mom the next day and said that I wasn't coming back. I couldn't get closure with that person lying in bed who didn't know me or my son, but I was able to get closure with a silly move scene. I just couldn't handle it.

(03-11-2021 09:21 PM)Owl 69/70/75 Wrote:  

(03-11-2021 09:03 PM)THE NC Herd Fan Wrote:  Yes, doctors have told my stepmother, Never turn your back on a person with dementia cause eventually they will not recognize you and they may try to hurt you.

Fortunately or not, by the time my dad was into full-blown Alzheimer's, he was so stove up with Parkinson's that he couldn't hurt anyone if he tried. He had flown B-24s on the Ploesti raids, completed his missions, and was back home transitioning to B-26s for the invasion of Japan when Truman dropped the bomb, he came home and married my mom, and I came along a couple of years later. He never lost his love for flying, and he would take me up whenever he could get an airplane (never bought one, anything that flies, floats of f***s is cheaper to rent than buy).

Summer of 2001, my son and I were going to Australia for 6 weeks. In April, the docs told my mother and brother, "It may be 6 weeks or it may be 6 months, but he doesn't have long left." I told my mom that if it happened while we were in Australia, that wasn't a place that you just hopped on the next airplane home. So we worked out a deal where my mom would have a very private ceremony (which she wanted) while we were gone, and when we got back we would have a large memorial service (which my brother wanted). In preparation, my son and I flew back Memorial Day to see him, for what we both figured would be the last time. I had gotten used to his not knowing me by then, but this was the first time that he didn't recognize his grandson. That shook all of us up. Anyway, the next weekend I went to see the Pearl Harbor movie with Ben Affleck. There are some decent action scenes, but a really hokey love story. But the last scene, the war is over, Affleck is back in Tennessee with his war bride and war child, flying crop dusters again. They are on the front porch and there is a Stearman biplane parked out front. Affleck asks the kid, "You want go flying?" and the kid says, "Yes," and off they go. As they roll the credits, the Stearman is bobbing and weaving in and out. I stopped. That was my father and me in 1953. I called my mom the next day and said that I wasn't coming back. I couldn't get closure with that person lying in bed who didn't know me or my son, but I was able to get closure with a silly move scene. I just couldn't handle it.

4 days before my dad had a stroke that killed him...I was sitting with him during one of the few times where he was perfectly cogent and alert. I took that time to pull out his old Coast Guard album and asked him questions about the pictures. It was amazing that this man who several days earlier picked up a steak knife and tried to stab me suddenly was Dad again. We laughed and he told old stories about his time in Brownsville, Galveston and New Orleans during the Korean War. It was my closure with him and I am thankful that I had that night. That was the last time he was actually himself.

(03-11-2021 09:41 PM)Fo Shizzle Wrote:  

(03-11-2021 09:21 PM)Owl 69/70/75 Wrote:  

(03-11-2021 09:03 PM)THE NC Herd Fan Wrote:  Yes, doctors have told my stepmother, Never turn your back on a person with dementia cause eventually they will not recognize you and they may try to hurt you.

Fortunately or not, by the time my dad was into full-blown Alzheimer's, he was so stove up with Parkinson's that he couldn't hurt anyone if he tried. He had flown B-24s on the Ploesti raids, completed his missions, and was back home transitioning to B-26s for the invasion of Japan when Truman dropped the bomb, he came home and married my mom, and I came along a couple of years later. He never lost his love for flying, and he would take me up whenever he could get an airplane (never bought one, anything that flies, floats of f***s is cheaper to rent than buy).
Summer of 2001, my son and I were going to Australia for 6 weeks. In April, the docs told my mother and brother, "It may be 6 weeks or it may be 6 months, but he doesn't have long left." I told my mom that if it happened while we were in Australia, that wasn't a place that you just hopped on the next airplane home. So we worked out a deal where my mom would have a very private ceremony (which she wanted) while we were gone, and when we got back we would have a large memorial service (which my brother wanted). In preparation, my son and I flew back Memorial Day to see him, for what we both figured would be the last time. I had gotten used to his not knowing me by then, but this was the first time that he didn't recognize his grandson. That shook all of us up. Anyway, the next weekend I went to see the Pearl Harbor movie with Ben Affleck. There are some decent action scenes, but a really hokey love story. But the last scene, the war is over, Affleck is back in Tennessee with his war bride and war child, flying crop dusters again. They are on the front porch and there is a Stearman biplane parked out front. Affleck asks the kid, "You want go flying?" and the kid says, "Yes," and off they go. As they roll the credits, the Stearman is bobbing and weaving in and out. I stopped. That was my father and me in 1953. I called my mom the next day and said that I wasn't coming back. I couldn't get closure with that person lying in bed who didn't know me or my son, but I was able to get closure with a silly move scene. I just couldn't handle it.

4 days before my dad had a stroke that killed him...I was sitting with him during one of the few times where he was perfectly cogent and alert. I took that time to pull out his old Coast Guard album and asked him questions about the pictures. It was amazing that this man who several days earlier picked up a steak knife and tried to stab me suddenly was Dad again. We laughed and he told old stories about his time in Brownsville, Galveston and New Orleans during the Korean War. It was my closure with him and I am thankful that I had that night. That was the last time he was actually himself.

You are a very lucky man, my friend, to have had that experience. I wish I had had something like that, but it just wasn't to be. My father was a 2nd team all-state football player in HS, who was headed to West Point to play football, but they had him do a year of prep school first at a junior college in Georgia. Pearl Harbor came in December, so at the end of the spring semester he joined the Army Air Corps, got to Europe after we had taken the bottom half of Italy, and ended up flying B-24s out of the heel of the boot. After the war, he worked in various flying jobs for a while, until my uncle landed him a job with Allegheny. But my mother's father did not want his daughter away from home, so he bought the ranch next door and gave it to them to keep them living there. So my dad ended up having three jobs in his whole life--football player, airplane pilot, and cowboy--the three things we wanted to be when we were 10 years old playing in the back yard. He never really had to grow up, and he never stopped having fun. I hope that his ability to enjoy life has passed through me to my son.

(03-11-2021 09:55 PM)Owl 69/70/75 Wrote:  

(03-11-2021 09:41 PM)Fo Shizzle Wrote:  

(03-11-2021 09:21 PM)Owl 69/70/75 Wrote:  

(03-11-2021 09:03 PM)THE NC Herd Fan Wrote:  Yes, doctors have told my stepmother, Never turn your back on a person with dementia cause eventually they will not recognize you and they may try to hurt you.

Fortunately or not, by the time my dad was into full-blown Alzheimer's, he was so stove up with Parkinson's that he couldn't hurt anyone if he tried. He had flown B-24s on the Ploesti raids, completed his missions, and was back home transitioning to B-26s for the invasion of Japan when Truman dropped the bomb, he came home and married my mom, and I came along a couple of years later. He never lost his love for flying, and he would take me up whenever he could get an airplane (never bought one, anything that flies, floats of f***s is cheaper to rent than buy).
Summer of 2001, my son and I were going to Australia for 6 weeks. In April, the docs told my mother and brother, "It may be 6 weeks or it may be 6 months, but he doesn't have long left." I told my mom that if it happened while we were in Australia, that wasn't a place that you just hopped on the next airplane home. So we worked out a deal where my mom would have a very private ceremony (which she wanted) while we were gone, and when we got back we would have a large memorial service (which my brother wanted). In preparation, my son and I flew back Memorial Day to see him, for what we both figured would be the last time. I had gotten used to his not knowing me by then, but this was the first time that he didn't recognize his grandson. That shook all of us up. Anyway, the next weekend I went to see the Pearl Harbor movie with Ben Affleck. There are some decent action scenes, but a really hokey love story. But the last scene, the war is over, Affleck is back in Tennessee with his war bride and war child, flying crop dusters again. They are on the front porch and there is a Stearman biplane parked out front. Affleck asks the kid, "You want go flying?" and the kid says, "Yes," and off they go. As they roll the credits, the Stearman is bobbing and weaving in and out. I stopped. That was my father and me in 1953. I called my mom the next day and said that I wasn't coming back. I couldn't get closure with that person lying in bed who didn't know me or my son, but I was able to get closure with a silly move scene. I just couldn't handle it.

4 days before my dad had a stroke that killed him...I was sitting with him during one of the few times where he was perfectly cogent and alert. I took that time to pull out his old Coast Guard album and asked him questions about the pictures. It was amazing that this man who several days earlier picked up a steak knife and tried to stab me suddenly was Dad again. We laughed and he told old stories about his time in Brownsville, Galveston and New Orleans during the Korean War. It was my closure with him and I am thankful that I had that night. That was the last time he was actually himself.

You are a very lucky man, my friend, to have had that experience. I wish I had had something like that, but it just wasn't to be. My father was a 2nd team all-state football player in HS, who was headed to West Point to play football, but they had him do a year of prep school first at a junior college in Georgia. Pearl Harbor came in December, so at the end of the spring semester he joined the Army Air Corps, got to Europe after we had taken the bottom half of Italy, and ended up flying B-24s out of the heel of the boot. After the war, he worked in various flying jobs for a while, until my uncle landed him a job with Allegheny. But my mother's father did not want his daughter away from home, so he bought the ranch next door and gave it to them to keep them living there. So my dad ended up having three jobs in his whole life--football player, airplane pilot, and cowboy--the three things we wanted to be when we were 10 years old playing in the back yard. He never really had to grow up, and he never stopped having fun. I hope that his ability to enjoy life has passed through me to my son.

He sounds like he was a free spirit. Thats something to treasure imo. Nothing like my old man. He was in banking..mostly recovery hunting down deadbeats. He liked the aspect of hunting down charge offs and making them pay..but..it was just a job to him..not a passion. He was just one of millions of guys that settled to pay the bills. He did however marry a smart woman that had ambition. She was a teacher from her birth.

Wow, such heart wrenching stories. It seems that us old people on this site are also fair game to some of those diseases of the mind. Luckily, I'm 72 and I still have all my faculties. My father also had them at 72 but around his 85th year he started having difficulty recognizing people. He broke his hip and he was place in one of those contraptions where he's standing up most of the time for his hip to heal. It broke my heart to see him like that and yet he was in good spirits, something that puzzled me. He lived to the ripe old age of 89 and believe me, it was a God send when he passed because he really wasn't living anymore, he was just existing. That's why I am puzzled about old people who aren't really living but are just existing not wanting to die and spending most of their lives in doctors office. Uh uh, not for me. About 2 years ago when I went to the doctors office my BP was taken and it was about 205 over 90 something, maybe a little higher. The doctor almost had a cow and told me I was going to a hospital, and I said no way that I'd rather just drop dead. She said that there was that great risk of not dropping dead but getting into a wasteful condition without being able to do for myself. I eventually agreed to her prescribed BP and other medicines. Before that I didn't even take an aspirin but now, I pray that I can take care of my wife who needs me a lot for everything and that's what is my goal, to go after her because no one can/will take care of her like I'm doing. I'm not looking for rewards I'm just giving you the facts. Love is a strange thing, you do things for your wife that you normally wouldn't do for other people. What's funny is that she thought that she was going to be taking care of me in our old age instead of me, taking care of her, because of our 7 year age difference. This month we "celebrate" 32 years married but it definitely isn't like past anniversaries. Que sera, sera.