Exactly two weeks ago today, on Thursday, July 18,2024,
a man-whose-name-must-not be-said was named the official candidate of the republican party for President of the United States. The affair was more a coronation than an actual political event. The convention itself was a needless exercise as the nominee was decided months in advance. There were no other candidates. There was no opposition. Much like the recent Hungarian election, and before that, the Russian election. That's what the-man-whose-name-must-not-be-said cherishes above all - bought and paid for love.
And he got it. King of the world.
One week later, the old man he was running against, railing against, insulting and lying about, politely and gracefully stepped down, naming his second in command to take his place. Kamala Harris became the second woman in the history of the United States to be running for President as the candidate of one of the two major parties.
Turns out she's not only smart, not only savvy, not only experienced and ready to take on the mantle of President, but she's cool to boot. And cool is something you cannot buy, you cannot hype people into, you cannot cajole or BS about. Cool is cool. Either you have it or you don't. Turns out Kamala's got it.
The first day she was on the stage as the presumptive Democratic nominee for president, the phones started ringing, the tweets started chirping, the lines blew up. By the second day, it was a tsunami, and the wave has kept on rolling and getting bigger with each passing day. Kamala is a rock star.
And the old guy, the other old guy, the man-whose-name-must-not be-said, is the old news, the tired harangue. Not cool. Carping on his same old palaver, mouthing the same sad memes. Sorry dude. Not cool. Time to move over, tend your roses, see to your legal issues. Try to stay out of jail.
Two weeks later, there is a new superstar in the politcal pantheon. Hope is renewed. The dark tunnel has a light at the other end. If you listen, you can hear it in the wind…
