You got no right to take my joy, I want it back.
Joy by Lucinda Williams
Posing as vaudeville comedians, Kamala Harris and Tim Walz wrapped up the Democratic convention last week. Harris waved her arms like a seance conjurer, and Walz strutted and gesticulated around the DNC stage like a game show host.
What was the convention’s theme? Not the economy, not crime, not the nation’s border. No, the theme was joy.
New York Times columnist Patrick Healy observed that joy is not a strategy for winning an election, but Healy may be wrong. Harris is ahead of Donald Trump in the polls, even though she hasn’t granted an interview with a real journalist since becoming the Dems’ presidential candidate.
Harris is dodging the press because she’s afraid a reporter might ask an inconvenient question, which is this: What the fuck are we doing in Ukraine? Such a question might dampen the joy that currently infuses Harris’s frenzied supporters.
Americans whose minds have been turned to Jello by the New York Times, WaPo, and CNN are enthralled by Harris’s clownish behavior, but the Russians aren’t feeling the joy. They’ve suffered over a half million casualties inflicted by NATO weapons, including American cluster bombs, Abrams tanks, uranium-depleted artillery shells, and Bradley fighting vehicles.
If Harris wins the November election, she will find that joy doesn’t travel well.
I doubt Harris’s cackle will charm Vladimir Putin into surrendering Crimea. |
| The politics of joy in Ukraine |
