It’s not the blue of melancholia, nor is it the blue of frigid, icy waters surrounding some lovely Scandinavian fiord, nor is it the Muddy Waters kinda blues where somehow that wild and necessary music determines the arc of one’s life and experience. It’s a kind of blue that has never been described and to which I have become accustomed (not, as some haters might say, afflicted)—I got me a serious case of the Biden Blues. It’s not apathy, nor is it a malaise, but more like a sadness ringed in gratitude. Biden’s is a stalwart, inscrutable blue, a blue for all time—a blue for the ages, the kind of blue that will not be dissuaded, bullied, or derailed, not even by its complimentary color, orange. The only thing it can be likened to is perhaps the blue of the ocean, eponymous and everlasting. Biden’s Blue will be remembered long after he is gone BECAUSE he singlehandedly balanced the budget, restored the United States as the anchor of the free world, eased the partisan divide, and unified NATO—not to mention forgiving more than 1.2 billion dollars in student loan debt to hundreds of thousands of struggling Americans. I’d much rather have the “Biden Blues” than the “Orange Trots,” and if I had to choose, I’d rather go down with the inveterate ship than burn in an arsonist’s wet dream. After all, blue is the color of thoughtfulness and tranquility, of calm waters and serene winter nights, and of deep-seated integrity. So, when I say I got me a solid case of the Biden Blues, I pronounce it proudly and from these collective rooftops, in praise and in gratitude not only for all he has done for this country but for the sake of humility alone!

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  Georgia O'Keeffe. "The Beyond," 1972. © Georgia O'Keeffe Museum.

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  Ellsworth Kelly, "Black over Blue," 1963.

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  Anselm Kiefer, "Für Adalbert Stifter: Waldsteig," 2015.