Talking to the Gods

It’s fun to watch Trump’s misplaced hits against Harris. He’s a gangster, accustomed to fixed fights. He won against a corpse, but he simply doesn’t know how to deal with a live opponent who has some positive qualities. Now he’s flailing randomly, mostly hitting himself in the face. He runs the standard racist-sounding insults, knowing that his cultists will appreciate it and the opposing media will hate it.

He’s only talking to the cultists now, or more likely talking to the billionaires. When politicians say shit that mystifies humans, they’re not really talking to humans.

Later: The difference is clear. Harris is saying We will rebuild the middle class, and here’s how. Trump is saying You’re a dirty poopyhead and I hate you!