Forty-four men have succeeded Washington so far. Some became titans; others finished their terms without distinction; a few ended their service to the nation in ignominy. But each of them knew that the day would come when it would be their duty and honor to return the presidency to the people.
All but one, that is.
This attitude mystifies me. When you’re swimming in shark infested waters, do you worry that the only viable boat around isn’t aimed exactly at the vacation destination you dream of?
Or are you unable to tell a rowboat from a man-eating shark?
Name one fucking thing that the Harris campaign is offering that isn’t conservative policy from a decade or less ago or fearmongering about “orange man bad.”
Ending support of Israel’s genocidal campaign? Nope.
Universal healthcare? Nope.
A green new deal, or at least serious action on climate change? Think again.
National legalization of abortion and other reproductive rights and care? Keep dreaming.
Any meaningful action against a flagrantly corrupt Supreme Court? Absolutely not.
We have a retread of trump’s border policy and assurances that she cares. Same watered down shit we’ve gotten from the democrats since Reagan made them scared of their own shadows, and terrified of being called “liberal.”
I see. So you can’t tell the difference between a shark and a boat.