A Month Of Change And Hope

It was 12:49 pm on July 21st when Jen Psaki came out of commercial break on her show, Inside With Jen Psaki, and announced that her former boss, Joseph R. Biden, Jr., forty-sixth President of the United States, was ending his campaign for re-election. Less than a half-hour later, he endorsed his Vice-President Kamala Harris, to replace him atop the Democratic ticket.

Immediately, the chattering class of upper middle class failures known as the media started talk of a contested convention and a divided Democratic Party, circa 1968, ’72 and ’80 (especially 1968). The speculation started as soon as Biden passed the baton. Newsom, Whitmer, Kolbuchar, Buttigieg (someone even mentioned Liz Cheney and just how delicious would that have been?). All of whom quickly said no and Whitmer quashed a vice-presidential slot.

In her first hours, Harris made over 100 calls to party leaders and donors and consolidated support and the dormant Democratic base work up and whipped out their credit cards and checkbooks and poured $200 million in the first week.

On the other side, El Guapo of Jamaica Estates was suddenly caught off guard. Before July 21, he was cruising, had survived an assassination attempt and named JD Vance, a freshman senator from Ohio as his running mate, based on Eric’s recommendation. Vance has turned out to be a drag on the ticket, but Trump’s force of personality of grievance and hatred and his MAGA base would be enough to put him back behind the Resolute Desk where he promises to be a “dictator from day one.”