Have you noticed, like me, that when Donald Trump is short of words, short of ideas, short of arguments to defend himself, he starts calling his Democratic opponents crazy. He doesn’t spare his rival, by the way: “Ah, Kamala Harris, the crazy woman of the radical left,” he says during his speeches in front of his flocks of supporters who wear red caps, just like him. Because he is anything but crazy. Well yes, what a great deal!
Kamala’s running mate does not mince his words about the man in the red cap and his Republican acolytes, mentioning, among other things, that they are (weird) weird. And Trump clumsily retorted, all offended: “I’m not weird and I’ve never been called weird before.” But it seems that there has to be a first time, Mr. Donald the skullcap.
And have you also noticed, like me, how Trump does not have a very elaborate vocabulary, that he lacks words, that he lacks finesse, when he speaks in public, that it is pitiful to hear. While Kamala Harris, it is quite the opposite. She argues, she weighs her words, she hits the nail on the head when she talks to us about Trump, when she knocks him out in two or three well-chosen words.
Have you also noticed that when Trump smiles in public, how fake it seems, how dishonest he looks and how, ultimately, he looks crazy. While Kamala, it’s the complete opposite, when she smiles, her audience and her supporters literally crack up like I crack up, too, just as much. When she gives us one of her warm smiles, we feel all her humanity, we want to take her in our arms, tell her that we love her and that she makes us dream. In any case, she transports me.
Trump the rude character does not reach the ankle of Kamala Harris, this exemplary woman!