If you know what life is worth

So, we’ve had a bit of a moment since Joe Biden announced he was ending his re-election campaign and Kamala Harris became the presumptive nominee of the Democratic party (and sparked an absolute tsunami of support, enthusiasm and donations). Because the Kleptocrat has a hard time dealing with multiple or even complex messaging, he’s had to drop back on what is lodged most firmly in his amygdala: racism and misogyny.

This was manifested in spades during his dumpster fire appearance at the National Association of Black Journalists’ conference on Wednesday. Delayed by at least half an hour while his team argued that he wouldn’t appear if they fact checked his stream of lies in real time, when he finally went on, he proceeded to mix his stream of lies with whining about the questions ABC Senior Congressional Correspondent Rachel Scott and Semafor political reporter Kadia Goba asked. (Fox’s Harris Faulkner is completely in the Bonespurs bag, so he was fine with her.) He called them rude, nasty and horrible because they asked him to speak on issues and did their best to get him back on point when he did his automatic deflection and rambling rants.

So, no change there, then.

It was bad enough being faced with real questions from real journalists who really didn’t buy his bullshit. To have those journalists be both Black and female was just too much for an aggrieved, entitled, bloviating, unhinged old White man painted orange to bear.

In between tossing his running mate JD Vance under the bus (VPs don’t add any value when it comes to getting elected) and claiming to have done more for “the Black population” than every president except Abe Lincoln (this is actually a back pedal for him; in the past he’s said he’s done more than even Lincoln), TFG proclaimed that Harris only pivoted a few years ago from “being Indian” to “being Black”. (She is the daughter of a South Asian mother and Black Jamaican father and has celebrated both those legacies.) He thinks, "Someone should look into that."

The gasps and guffaws in the audience of Black journalists were audible.

Thirty minutes into the hour-long panel, the Kleptocrat’s team ended the discussion. It was clearly too painful for them to bear, even without the fact checking. He subsequently claimed on his pathetic faux Twitter that despite the unfairness and nastiness of the women on the panel, he crushed the interview.

Okay, so with that in mind, today’s earworm is Bob Marley and the Wailers singing “Get Up, Stand Up” at their 1980 concert in Munich.

 

 

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