From the beginning JD Vance was a poor pick as a VP running mate for Donald J Diaperload. Laden with derogatory comment after comment about Trump, married to a woman of color, children with Indian names, a book-made-movie riddled with exaggerations and outright lies about his past, an affinity for eyeliner, and the Heritage Foundation as his main letter of recommendation?
He had, as the saying goes, the deck stacked against him.
But Trump is not one for stunning insights, long range chess moves, or even average intelligence, so with the HF stamp of approval, JD got the nod.
Since the convention we have seen the predictable:
Every Hitler comparison, plea to God, and screed of derision he ever made about Trump has risen up from the graves of the internet to follow him around like some Ghost of Twitter Past.
His wife, of Indian descent has been targeted by Trump's pasty white demographic of Proud Boys, Nazis, immigrant haters, and straight up bigots. As pictures of their wedding emerged with she and Vance in traditional Hindi attire, their soft little heads exploded. Seeing him hold one of their brown babies? Clean up on aisle Nein.
His Hillbilly Elegy has been highlighted with every lie contained within. Every exaggeration, every contradiction. Contrary to his self depiction of him as so hillbilly be was basically Loretta Lynn's next door neighbor, at best JD can be called Appalachia adjacent. He spent summers there with relatives. His upbringing was just north of Cincinnati where he wrote wistfully about molesting his couch. Sorry, JD, I'm sure it was consensual and you prefer to call it a loveseat.
And as for his affiliation with the Heritage Foundation? That takes little digging. A straight up opportunist, once he realized the ease of bilking the cultish rightwingers of both their money and their votes, he simply started saying the things that made the HF coven sit up and take notice. His embrace of all things Porject 2O25 (intentionally misspelled as every algorithm these days seeks it out for shadow banning), from the complete ban of abortion to deriding the very types of education that placed him where he is, bought him a ticket to ride.
And lest anyone is still in line ready to buy Trump's and Vance's bullshit of "We don't know about Porjact twenty5"? Vance wrote the foreword for the book by HF president Kevin Roberts. Dawn's Early Light is a masturbatory fever dream about how to overthrow Washington and reshape conservatism. Think I'm making up his ground zero involvement with P2O25 creators just to pile on? Think again.
As I wrote last week about his wife's soul selling turn towards power and grift, Vance's is equally as stomach churning. Two smart, educated, thoughtful people - one of them the EXACT demographic targeted with glee by the MAGAtry for years - turned towards the dark because power is more important than principle for some. So even as Trump and his clown coterie spent all last week screaming about mass deportations and immigrants, Usha Vance stood in the sewer than was vilifying her, her children, her parents, and Vance added to the mix with his own derisions.
I'll say again, I simply do not know how one squares these kinds of things within themselves. How do Usha and JD tuck their children (who are the stereotype of every Trump cultists' target, blame, and hatred) into bed at night other than telling themselves that surely their family is different than those families, their brown children are different than those brown children, their diverse marriage is different than that diverse marriage. Sigh. I guess the Devil doesn't require self awareness in his deals. Just a willingness to trade integrity, self esteem, and legacy for power and money.
So here we are, about a week from when Vance was announced as the running mate. A pick that was supposed to energize the base and also draw attention away from the age and decrepitude of the moldy gourd sitting atop the ticket.
Ahhhh, but what a difference a week makes.
With the announcement from President Biden that he would not be seeking re-election and was in fact throwing his full throated (ok, ok, scratchy, COVID throated) support behind VP Kamala Harris, the entire apple cart of the MAGA Party was upset, with JD going right under the wheels.
As Kamala was busy bringing in historic amounts of donations and endorsement after endorsement, his first foray into campaigning was receiving less-than-stellar reviews. Held in what can charitably be described as an intimate venue (his old high school auditorium), he had all the gravitas and aplomb of Ron DeSantis. His attempted jab at liberals fell as flat as a day old soda pop when he attempted to say that him having a Mountain Dew would be labeled racist by the left. Poor MD. While it does have a bad reputation as a internet punchline that includes the words 'white trash' (take one Google or trip to Reddit), it is simply one of a bajillion fizzy drink options, and one I don't give two shits in an Appalachian whirlwind about.
But again, JDeSantis is not exactly a stand up comedian. Or self aware. And quite frankly, not ready for primetime, as the saying goes.
One of his bon rots (sorry, but bon mots are actually humorous, something JD is not) about Democrats and Harris in particular is making the rounds. In an interview from 2021 with Tucker Carlson he tries to cast this aspersion:
"We are effectively run in this country, via the Democrats, via our corporate oligarchs, by a bunch of childless cat ladies who are miserable at their own lives and the choices that they’ve made, and so they want to make the rest of the country miserable, too. And it’s just a basic fact if you look at Kamala Harris, Pete Buttigieg, AOC – the entire future of the Democrats is controlled by people without children. And how does it make any sense that we’ve turned our country over to people who don’t really have a direct stake in it.”
But it was 2021!, you say. Yes, it was. And he was running for Senate then. And it speaks to his whole wet dream of a 1950s Mayberry utopia wherein wimmenfolk know their place, breed like rabbits, and keep a pie coolin' on the windersill.
I think the whole attempt to use cat ownership as some slur against unattached childless women is so very weak. I can tell you, if I were a young woman surveying the current male landscape of gents who haven't even mastered adequately wiping their own asses? I think a cat would be a much more amiable companion - and having had five cats, I can tell you they can be straight up emotional arsonists - than trying to housebreak an insecure Mama's boy who is shaken by a woman with her own money, thoughts, and autonomy.
And while the right is out in full force right now scrambling for any slur against Kamala - she laughs too much!, she hates straws! - trying to call her childless is ridiculous. She has an amazing relationship with her stepchildren. Does that not count, MAGAs? Do you ignore and demean your stepchildren? Are they not family?
But back to Vance. Those inside the Great Pumpkin's camp have been quietly talking to insiders about the buyer's remorse going on. His lack of public recognition (only 13% polled knew anything about him), all the slurs against Trump being constantly highlighted, and voter furor over his spouse and her non-Christianity, added to his lackluster delivery skills? Word is they are looking through the crusty couch cushions for the receipt.
I admit watching that Hindentrump campaign go up in flames after the Kamala announcement has been satisfying. They have invested a year in their one talking point - Biden is old - only to now be saddled with the oldest candidate ever atop their ticket. They have a rapidly declining, nonsensical, spray tanned grifter and felon as their Great Orange White Nope Hope. And now with Kamala as his opponent? Guess who has stated he will not debate her?
Yep, Coward Von Bonespurs.
Their entire effort is in disarray - not that their campaign feng shui was ever radiating harmony and balance - and poor little JD is being set up to take the fall. Word of advice? You're from the backwoods, JD, right? Right?? So you know what a chopping block looks like. Tread carefully. It may not be the Ides of March but it is always the Ides of Trump and the knives are out.
What I found particularly amusing was his ear boo-boo lost all currency the minute Biden dropped out.
Thanks for adding to my mental stability these last few months. Not sure what I would have done without your steadfast belief and calming presence.
Posted by: LauraLy74121746 | Tuesday, July 23, 2024 at 02:11 PM