Trump is a talented, comforting story teller to the dull cow-eyed masses. Harris, not understanding human nature, thought that fighting fantasy, comfort, and escapism with facts and warnings was a winning strategy.
I saw the writing on the wall when comparing Trump’s actual speech performance at his rallies against his critics’ delusions of dementia and mental unfitness.
You know what I love watching more then anything. Watching a bully get shat on. If dems could harness this power and step down from the high horse you might see things start to change. Except it will take some self actualization from institutional politicians. Don’t worry though, it’s coming. They will get the boot and their high mindedness will evaporate.
Sounds like you don’t value being a good person, which is fine. For me it’s the only thing I value. Take my justice; take my earnings; take my freedom; you won’t ever find me lose hope that being kind to others may result in me meeting others who will be kind to me. That when we are together; I will have found my home and the place where I belong in this brief moment before I am dust.
At the same time. I cannot be kind to those that take justice from my brothers and sisters; I cannot be kind to those that take earnings from my brothers and sisters; I cannot be kind to those that take freedom from my brothers and sisters. That would not be kind for the people I love more then anything.
