And it tears my heart apart to admit this, but that image of a defiant, fist-pumping Trump with blood streaked across his face means…please, God, no…that he’s going to win the election.
Doddering, drooling, hoarse-voiced, cognitive-decline Joe vs. the Bloody Defiant Fist-Pumper…courage under fire.
That image is like Boris Yeltsin climbing on top of the tank during the Russian coup attempt of ‘91. It’s the precise opposite of Martin Sheen’s Greg Stillson cowering before a would-be assassin’s bullets.
Obviously a theatrical gesture. Trump realized it was a huge historic moment and he instinctually “performed”. Shameless but effective.
The post-shooting hubbub will all calm down by tomorrow. Before you know it, the “oh my God!” will fade away. But that fucking photo will live on.
The only chance Democrats have in being at least competitive between now and Election Day…even competitive, mind…is to jettison stumbling Biden immediately and nominate someone substantial and especially younger. Otherwise it’s over.
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