They have just sounded the gun for the final lap in the 2024 race for the U.S. presidency.
I am still a nervous wreck for reasons that should defy all logic and common sense. I keep hearing statements such as “this is a margin-of-error election.” That it’s “too close to call.”
How in the world can it be that one of the leading candidates for the presidency is a convicted felon, an admitted sexual assailant who’s also been found liable in the rape of a woman; he’s admitted to cheating on all of his wives and who never spent a single moment of his miserable life before entering politics worrying about anyone other than his overfed self.
Kamala Harris should be running way with this contest. Donald Trump is causing my stomach to roil.
What’s going to happen now that we’ve entered the home stretch? I am hearing that the Kamala Harris campaign is going to trot out some big hitters to speak on her behalf. Barack and Michelle Obama will clear their throats; so will Liz Cheney and perhaps her dad, former GOP Vice President Dick Cheney.
Maybe we’ll have another October surprise in the works. Special counsel Jack Smith’s court filing alleging even more about what Trump did on Jan. 6. Call it Smith’s “Jim Comey moment,” channeling what the then-FBI director did to Hillary Clinton on the eve of her stunning loss to Trump in 2016. Comey decided in the final month of that campaign to reopen the FBI probe into the Clinton email matter, which energized the Trump MAGA base into a frothing frenzy.
I want my gut to settle down. I want Kamala Harris to thrash Trump on Nov. 5. I cannot predict what will happen. I am left with just expressing my desire.
May every bit of it come true!