"Why Are You So Angry?"

Hello Again:

So, peeps, I got to say I’m really jazzed. The last 3+ weeks have been like waking up from a fever-dream to realize that no, you didn’t lose any teeth and no, you didn’t wreck your car and no, your hair isn’t falling out in big ugly clumps.

(I have weird dreams, yeah).

And no, Donald Trump is NOT going to walk all over us in November and lead us into a Project 2025 hellscape. At least, not without a fight.

But something occurred to me while reading an article about the Joy Campaign which Kamala and the Coach are currently running. 

We’ve got Joy, and they have Anger. And wouldn’t it be refreshing if, at some point during the debate, after DT spews out another barrage of resentment and rage, Kamala looked at him and asked quietly-

“Mr. Trump. Why are you so angry?

“We live in America. The richest, strongest nation in the history of this planet. You’re a billionaire. Your life has been one of uninterrupted privilege and luxury. You’ve never wanted for anything. Why do you hate so much? Why are you so angry?”

It would distill the essence of this campaign into one sentence. They are weird, yes. But they are also angry. Angry about electric cars and windmills and women having bodily autonomy and scary brown people and gas stoves and god knows what else. They are ADDICTED to anger.

And we have Joy on our side.