The Harris/Walz campaign has yet to offer a substantive reason why anyone should vote for them. To offer substance is, of course, to invite criticism, and Kamala and Tim don’t handle that very well. From el gato malo at boriquagato.substack.com:
“vote for me or people won’t like you” is backfiring bigly as a message
i’d like to quote from a stack i wrote last week:
never, ever assume you’ve seen the bottom of how stupid or how crushingly cringeworthy things can get.
you haven’t. you can’t. this is some sort of singularity that has ripped spacetime asunder, a wound in reality with impossibly infinite slope and there is simply no limit to where it can go.
cuz clownworld do be like that.
the kamala ads just keep getting worse.
they cannot seem to run on any sort of positive agenda. this is not “joy” it’s guilt, bizarre, projected, cringe-collage guilt set to a truly bad song. (but once again an oddly catchy one. the theater kids do seem to have a knack for music.)
but these jingo jingles play like propagandistic pabulum. it’s a nasy, manipulative message of “scold as candidate.” there is no hope, no change. it’s “orange man threat to democracy.”
LMFAO! Just saw a pungent meme of Putin on phone with Trump saying Kamala just called and offered me a Willie Brown WTF is that.
Let’s enjoy this worldwide laughingstock drama kids with no clue clown car circus.
Or go crazy even if cray cray does feel so good.
They’ll stand around with a darr derp drool look on their faces after the Great Leap Zimbabwe and wonder why they aren’t loved and adored by anyone other than braindead shit fed CPUSA (D) true believer mushrooms.
The old Sarge (H/T) joke about golf balls and outdoor watering devices from FMJ comes to mind.
Animal Mother says we get to the Indians now while Kamalalala says me love you long time.
Hee Har!
There was the Hindu prophet who says she wears the purple garments and rides the Hydra for Happy Happy Halloween Silver Shamrock fun.
Breaking from Dead Congregation:
Into Paramount Chaos