Whatever happened to Kamala Harris’s promise of ‘joy’? Joy was in catastrophically short supply among her supporters I met in the United States last week. I’ve never encountered a more glee-less crew. It was all Nazi this, Nazi that, ‘The world is burning’, ‘We don’t want a rapist in the White House’. If this really is the ‘vibes’ election, then the only vibe I got from these folk was clinical depression.
It is almost entirely negative: Vote Kamala or the world gets it
I saw them amassed on the streets outside Madison Square Garden in New York City last weekend where they had gathered to protest Donald Trump’s big rally. ‘Welcome to your Nazi rally!’, they jeered at Trump’s fans. An army of boomer men in Kamala caps and T-shirts stood on the steps to Penn Station holding little placards with one-word descriptions of the orange man they love to hate: ‘Rapist’, ‘Psychopath’, ‘Unfit’.
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