When the Chips are Down...Eat Chips!
Don’t we have enough to worry about without fake outrage from the GOP about stupid stuff? Guess not.
I really wasn’t going to write about politics this week. I’ve done it lately because…well, it’s been a helluva couple of months, politically, huh? I mean, the debate, the fallout, the assassination attempt, the dropout and the endorsement, a VP candidate who’s a former coach and a VP candidate who’s a former couch-fu…uh, er, um…, then Kamala’s rise and Donold’s decline (in more ways than one), and now, with the start of the Democratic Convention, there will be news-a-plenty, and I didn’t need to add my words to the pile that’s already out there.
Besides, I have enough on my plate. As do many of us. Jobs to do, bills to pay, families to take care of.
Just this past week, we received a letter from a friend (who still actually writes letters!), discussing her recent trials and tribulations. She wrote part of the letter from the car dealership (as there was an issue with the car), discussing other problems (TV on the blink, they may have to evacuate from the incoming hurricane, and other more personal stuff). I initially wanted to just dismiss it out of hand as a run of bad luck, sometimes when one thing happens, we look around for “all the bad” and make ourselves miserable—er, even more miserable. But later in the week, I had my own run of luck—a small leak under the sink, my own car problems (leaky tire, practically brand new!), and “news” from the doctor (not bad news, just “let’s run these tests to rule out something worse and besides, Medicare will cover it” news, which I can handle for now).
And why does this stuff always come in threes? Anyway, Donold has been a bore lately. Same old non-relevant talking points. And such a Donnie-downer. So much negative talk. Everything is bad, horrible, and no good. I was told he loved America, but, maybe not? I mean, over the weekend he said:
"I use the term, often time in closing: 'We are a nation in decline. We are a failed nation.' And I think it's a beautiful phrase."
So maybe he’s just got a different way of looking at things, as does the GOP, in the way they go after Kamala, Tim, and Team Blue. Now, I expect the press to go after policy proposals, like Harris’ economic plan that she delivered last Friday (most of the criticism is wrong, of course—the idea of anti-price gouging laws is a reality, already in place in 34 states). But naturally, the GOP decided her proposals were Communistic, and here we are.
Not that they wouldn’t have called her a Commie anyway. Obama got the moniker. Pretty much any Democrat who proposes something that helps average Americans is called a Commie. It’s pretty funny that the nickname for a communist is “red” and yet, it’s the GOP that uses that color as their theme. Just sayin’.
The point about name-calling like this is that it’s just one of the many weapons in the GOP arsenal to defame and defang the opposition, the other one is demonizing your adversary for doing something…mundane.
Obama was pilloried for wearing a tan suit and enjoying Dijon mustard.
Biden was notorious for eating ice cream.
But Harris? She laughs! Oh, the shame. Also, she once ate an entire bag of Doritos (this was the night she learned Donald Trump won the 2016 election, a night most sensible Democrats drained their liquor cabinet.
But if there’s one thing the Harris-Walz campaign is very good at, it’s trolling Trump and the GOP. Like calling Trump weird, posting shots of the YUGE crowds at their rallies in comparison to his tiny crowds, and putting out statements after his disastrous pressers; they get under his orange skin but good.
So here’s an idea—Doritos, are you listening?
What The Frito-Lay company should do is ship bags of Doritos to the convention and hand them out when Kamala accepts the nomination, and let everyone enjoy the whole bag!
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