Just for a moment, let’s set aside all the verified Stolen Valor ugliness piling up by the second on Kamala Harris’s inexplicably bad pick for running mate.
As more Tim Walz facts float out…well, no. It’s a cesspool of poopy news right now, akin to the Seine after a rainstorm when triathletes have a toe in the water – that bad.
If I were the last rational individual in the Harris campaign, I know I’d be dreading every next revelation on X, and I’d only be hearing one thing in my head as I spruced up my resume.
Part of Cacklin’ Kamala’s calculation around the Walz tap, besides his now not-so-obvious military cred, was his “folksy” charm (repeatedly mentioned any time an MSM reporter or anchor talks about him) and the ardent wish that his small-town appeal would help the unlikable and largely unrelatable Harris with the…
