Feature, Musings —08.21.2024 07:46 AM
—My latest: Kamala’s secret power
Every successful politician has a secret power.
Jean Chretien was a brilliant strategist and tactician. But he’d hide it behind the sports pages, and let his cocky opponents underestimate him. At their peril.
Bill Clinton was a Rhodes scholar and possessed of a razor-sharp mind. But he loved a Big Mac, and talked like normal people talk.
Barack Obama wasn’t a populist like Chretien or Clinton. But, with stirring oratory, he had an unerring sense of where the people were at, and how to lead them to where they needed to be.
At long last, I’ve figured out Kamala Harris’s secret power.
Harris is running against Donald Trump, a bad man. Trump has been found to be a rapist by a court, convicted of 34 felonies by another court, and is considered a racist in the court of public opinion.
Because he has no policies, because he doesn’t have any interests beyond his own, Trump always has had just one strategy: personal attacks.
If he’s good at anything – and he isn’t good at anything that is good – it’s that: running people down. Calling them names. Denigrating them. Lying about them.
So, he is using his favorite strategy on the Democratic presidential nominee, Kamala Harris.
His press conferences are about one-half recitation of personal grievances and gripes, and depicting himself as a victim. The other half is about attacking Kamala Harris.
So, just in recent days, he has said that he is better looking than her, despite the fact that he looks like an octogenarian orangutan jammed into a Fifth Avenue suit.
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Democrats: Prop up a corps as president. Block a primary, shank him and remove him from the ballot, install a radical moron who has never received a primary vote as the new nominee.
You mad brah? Lol.
I think you’re absolutely right, Warren. Laughter is the antidote to bullying. I learned this myself many years ago. When I was in High School, between grade nine and eleven I was bullied terribly, so much so I was sick to my stomach at the thought of going to class. My parents always encouraged me to “fight back”, it never worked. But in grade twelve I learned my magic trick, I just laughed at what the bullies said about me. Almost immediately my years of torment were over, some even tried to be my friend. And in the thirty years since then I’ve been the master of self deprecating humour. It’s been one of the secrets to my life’s success. And I think that smile might be Kamala’s success too.
Chers,
Chris