Oh my! Has it been that long since I last posted? I guess so. When the state of the country appears somewhat less perilous, I sure do take long breaks. It is only now that I’m beginning to believe a Harris-Walz ticket has a slightly better than 50-50 chance of saving the country, but, as always, I have cynical thoughts. My first instinct when Harris announced Walz as her running mate was, “Oh, that guy! Why?” I had been hoping for a younger partner. Little did I know Harris and Walz are essentially the same age. But optics are everything. Then, I watched him at the rally, where he introduced himself to the nation, and I liked him. Moreover, I love that he appears to be the fearless attack dog dumbass Democrats have long needed!
On the other hand, I keep hearing this “joy” description everywhere in the media. I suppose this is where my “old man” inner self comes out, for in these dire times, it seems joy is the wrong approach, but it appears to be working, given the enthusiasm and Harris-Walz crowd sizes. Don’t get me wrong, do what works, and if a joyful message is the means, then so be it, but let’s not lose sight of the fact that America is heading toward an election whereby a mere 100,000 votes in three or four states will determine if America’s democracy lives or dies. In my mind, joy is not the motivating emotion; abject terror is. But that’s just me. I guess if the yutes are motivated to vote via joy, then more power to them.
Now, on to traitor trump. Once again, the MSM jumped. Traitor trump called a last-minute “press conference,” and the MSM reflexively asked, “How high (to jump), Sir?” Because traitor trump is an attention whore, the MSM has to oblige; they can’t not!