From Heart Attack to Hope

The election has changed

I’m not gonna lie. I was not sure about knocking Biden off the ticket at the last minute like this. Not because I don’t like Kamala Harris — on the contrary, I love her.

No, I was worried about the flip at the last minute, and also, just frankly worried the country wasn’t ready for a Black woman president.

By the next morning, my fears were gone, and for the first time since about 2015, I felt not just hope, but giddy.

Giddy with excitement. Giddy with pleasure to see the media lay off the stupid orange ear and switch to the Wonder Woman running for president who raised $81 million in a single day.

Ho-lee-shit.

Is this my country? Because I had lost all hope we could ever achieve the ideals of our Constitution and truly make all citizens equal. Not that I expect that to happen overnight or even during Harris’ eight years — because we ARE getting eight years of Harris, make no mistake about that.

Harris is going to be better than Obama. Obama was far too nice. He tried and tried to make friends, to no avail.

Harris isn’t here to make friends. She’s a prosecutor. She deals with criminals and lowlifes every damn day. She’s not new to lies and bullshit. She knows exactly what she’s…