Day three of the DNC is here.
Last night everyone was waiting for the Obamas but I was more interested in the roll call. I did watch Michelle and Barack. And my favorite speech (and intro) was Doug’s. Let’s get into it.
Roll calls are my favorite part of any electoral convention. It shows me how each party rolls. The RNC’s was really bad; no really, it was pitiful. As for ours, well… I am still smiling. At first I was a bit concerned by the setup but even if I am not a sports fan the minute the Chicago Bulls intro started playing I knew it was game on. The only thing missing was a more eloquent chair, the guy was clearly not used to this kind of jazz but in the end he was okay.
I love roll calls because we get the picture of the whole country and the image of who we are. I love the enthusiasm in all its shades, from the shy ones to the exuberant ones to the glitches taken with a smile and a laugh (the cheeseheads had a rough time!) and there’s always that moment that brings it all together. You are thinking what I am thinking: Lil Jon. Turn down for what. Wowza! Georgia was on fire and it caught on.
We are many and one. No, we’re really many. If we ever get to a system where representation becomes more direct and eventually render the electoral college obsolete the Republicans will never win another election again, at least not in the decades it will take for them to shed their fascist skin off, if they ever will. Like Jesse Jackson said once, our country is not a blanket, it’s a quilt made of patches stitched together; and I would add with dedication and love.
It was impressive to watch that quilt being made in real time, vote after vote; one great nation in the making. We’re everywhere, from the bluest of states to the most conservative ones; all we need is a break and it’s in our hands to make it happen. Every state is in play. Every single one. For the first time since the end of World War Two everyone knows what fascism looks like. And this time it’s on the ballot. We will crush it.
The production of the DNC has been flawless so far and I was expecting another of those out of left field moments last night. I was not disappointed. The campaign had it timed just right and when the roll call was done and the votes counted and announced they went live to the packed Fiserv Forum arena in Milwaukee as Harris and Walz walked on stage. Just fucking wow. That’s where the RNC sorta happened by the way (wink, wink). Slay!
The dynamics of the Harris-Walz campaign are a thing of beauty. We so got them by the balls. And they know it and are getting more and more depressed. They don’t understand what’s going on. It’s just as I wrote when Harris became the candidate. We broke through their lines and threw them into complete chaos. They will never recover from this. They don’t know how. But there is a catch. One we cannot ignore.
The puppet masters may have not seen this coming but they planned for certain defeat long ago. They knew already the orange turd doesn’t have a chance, they just didn’t know it would be this bad for him. But they’re ready on our flanks. They had already saved their best units for this. The lines we broke and will defeat in Roevember are nothing compared to what awaits us on November 6. This is why it is so important to keep this momentum going beyond the election.
They’re at a complete loss right now. They still don’t get why the “honeymoon” keeps going as they start to understand it’s no fucking honeymoon. Each sign of the incoming doom that awaits them is taken with more desperate reactions that, while being distracting, are mainly pathetic and pitiful. I love watching them melt down as they freak out about Harris’ sharp salute. The badass swift downward movement as the arm breaks from the salute she does every time drives them nuts.
That’s what I meant when I wrote before Kamala Harris is a leader we can picture in full armor at the front of the ranks, not behind them. They see the contrast with “cadet bone spurs” and are terrified. They should be. But the wolves on our flanks are not impressed. They fight in the shadows and will hit us hard. We all know what’s going to happen on November 6. Delays, possible state interference, denials, court interference, you name it. It’s election denialism.
It’s their only hope but this time we’re ready on that front as well. Among our ranks are 10 times the number of lawyers we had in 2020, among which Marc Elias’ team. The fascists will give it their best denial shot and they will fail. But we can’t expect our legal corps to do all the work. We have to allow for their swift victory by doing what we’re supposed to do. Vote. Vote in numbers so big even the Supreme Court won’t dare to touch them. We have one job. We will not fail.
The DNC is our celebration and our motivation and it’s been outstanding in its unity drive. Every night I feel prouder of our country and what we can do together. Every sign, big or small, from Tim’s kids giving him bunny ears to Harris walking on stage unannounced, brings us closer together. It’s the opposite of Kendrick Lamar’s “Not like us”. They are exactly like us. All of us. Yesterday the moment that became obvious once more was Douglas Emhoff’s appearance.
His introduction was made by his son, Cole. It was complete with a well produced family video and touched all the right chords. Cole really hit it out of the park and Doug has good reason to be proud. As he recounted his love story, full of great moments and funny details, his daughter Ella was shown several times in the audience. The way she nodded in agreement when he mentioned Kamala’s “game on” face tells you it’s real. Yes, they’re just like us.
As far as the Obamas go, I was pleased to see Michelle outgrew her “when they go low…” phase. We’re fighting fascism here. It’s gloves off time, people. Barack was right, he’s probably the only guy stupid enough to speak after Michelle. A not so veiled nod to the fact it’s women’s time now. He’s right. I am glad he spent some time talking about Joe. It’s no secret that he wished for him to drop out but at least he tried to do it away from the limelight, as it should have been done.
There were two moments in his speech that stood out for me; a funny one and an unexpected one. Already his double entendre joke about “sizes” is all over the web. Good! He cracks me up every time. And then there was this cry out of the audience: “Yes, SHE can!” Yup. He smiled and repeated it. Like I said, it’s women’s time. His speech was impeccable as always. Seriously, good jokes aside, he reminded us this celebration is about the battle, not the victory.
We have a hard uphill fight in these next 72 days. Do not get distracted or over enthusiastic. Joy is good. Enthusiasm is needed. We got plenty of both. Let’s keep going and make sure we get this done right. Talk to everyone you can. Get them all out to vote. Do your part; donate your money or your time or both, it doesn’t matter how big or small. Like Michelle said: Do something. We got this. And we will slay. Zero doubt.
Come on! Forward! We’re not going back!
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