Well, the embittered old guy rears his ugly head, anew. Somehow, one throwaway line Walz offered in 1991 — over 33 years ago, means he’s… wait for it… a RED (cue Joe McCarthy, from the grave!).
Yikes. This is all he’s got?! I guess so, with his distinguished military career, and all his other plain-spoken / gentle school teacher / football coach credibility — with ordinary middle Americans. And let’s not forget his “whyte guy tacos” sense of self-effacing humor.
So… remind me, again, John — did Tangerine… serve? No. Did he ever teach kids? No. Did he ever coach even his own sons’ and daughters’ teams? Again, no. He was wholly… absent. [Bonus: does he own a pet? No. Melania doesn’t… count, here.]
And doesn’t his running mate — Vance — want to dilute the vote of unmarried women, and concentrate the voting power of women married to men, who have lots of children, and stay out of the paid workforce?! Yes, he does.
So — it is nearly impossible that Harris | Walz’s convention will not be more loving, more joyful, and more widely unifying… for the whole of our nation, than Trump’s dark threats of a country fundamentally broken, and going to hell — in his rambling late night nearly two hours scree in Milwaukee of just a month ago, now at his own nomination convention.
Chicago is going to be rockin’ this week, John — just watch. [And watch how we respectfully, but resolutely… handle any protestors.]
And I’m here for all of it.
Cheers.
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