faced a lovely problem: too many great choices for VP. She ended the frenzied speculation on Tuesday. , will be her running mate.
And, somewhere, Donald Trump is boring underlings with possible nicknames: The red hats are trying to pretend Ms. Harris screwed up by not going with Josh Shapiro or Mark Kelly. This is projection.
They know it is Dear Leader who screwed up by going with . That hasty decision released a pressure valve for Ms. Harris.
She could have selected a Roomba for VP and that vacuum would crush the robotic Vance in approval ratings. So the race is on. One party is about freedom and the future.
The other wants to turn women’s bodies into crime scenes while choking America with illiberal poison pills in a hostile takeover of democracy. It’s Harris and Walz versus Agent Orange and a bearded garden gnome that keeps saying weird things with all the charisma of a dung beetle. It was Mr.
Walz who first described Trump and Vance as “weird.” This has proven to be effective messaging. Trump doesn’t care if you correctly label him a liar, narcissist, charlatan or grifter.
But he is weirded out when called weird. It’s weird. Trump is flailing against Harris.
It’s why he dipped into his tickle trunk to dust off racist trinkets. His lizard brain sees the world in black-and-white. So it’s impossible to fathom how someone might be Black and Brown when their father is Jamaican and their mother is Indian: In two weeks, Team Trump has gone from thinking it was o.