Joe Biden

As A Delaware Blue Hen, I’m biased in my love and admiration for Joe Biden.

I know Joe Biden tends to say inappropriate things. And I know Joe Biden once dubbed a speech. And I know he can be scolding, and demeaning, and … and …

I love him.

I love Joe Biden because, unlike 99 percent of big-time politicians out there, the man is blunt. He says what he thinks and he thinks what he says and, in a sea of canned soundbites and talking points, Biden brings it—hard.

Having lived through the absolute misery of Obama-Romney I, I decided to watch Biden-Romney from the platform of an elliptical machine at my nearby gym. That way, if Biden absolutely tanked it and handed the election away, I could let out my rage through exercise. Instead, I found myself laughing aloud; yelping, grinning, cheering. Biden sneered and snickered and laughed—all general no-nos in debating. Yet here, in this moment, it was exactly what he had to do. The president is now allowed to sneer and snicker and laugh. It inevitably backfires, because he’s supposed to rise above such behavior. Yet those rules do not apply to a VP trying to defend his boss.

Biden’s job last night was to take Mitt Romney’s bullshit and flush it down the toilet—and he did so. Repeatedly. On his lies. On his plans (or lack thereof) for the middle and lower classes. On his elitism. On his foreign policy plans. Biden rattled off figures, but didn’t seem wonkish. He controlled the facts, but didn’t come across as one looking overly ambitious. He was, simply, great.

Now it’s back on Barack Obama.

The entire election.