joyful v. joyless, smile v. scowl

I eagerly await new polls as the cheers and laughter of the Democrats’ convention fade smoothly into my psyche. Kamala Harris wowed the crowd with a rousing speech last night, flexing her attorney chops. If it was the first time someone had watched her, I trust they were duly impressed.

Trump had promised to counterprogram. However, the best he could do was a stop at the Arizona-Mexico border that attracted 20 or so. I assume he wanted some of The Wall in the background to bolster his image, but the background also included stacks of The Wall yet to go up. And he opened his remarks by re-re-re-rehashing Harris’s “coup” that dethroned Poor yet Crooked Joe Biden. He has nicknamed her Comrade Kamala, in that engaging style of a schoolyard bully.

I’ve worked on enough psych units to know that Aging Orange won’t change. There will be countless more doubling downs. So expect 74 more days of a lumbering, growling buzz killer versus a vivacious, gritty-yet-gracious lady. Hope bests hopelessness. Just ask Ronald Reagan, Bill Clinton and Barack Obama.