I can admit when I am wrong. It doesn’t happen often (that is sarcasm, it happens constantly) but when it does I can fess up to it.

When the media was going on and on about Joe Biden dropping out of the race I was very much a pissed off red head. No way. We held the primary. He won. That’s it. Yes he is old, but the nazi orange shit clown is old too and Joe is WAY more stable than that putz was even in his prime. I wanted Joe to stay in the race.

Then he dropped out. Shit. That’s when something I didn’t expect happened. Kamala Harris stepped up and somehow… magically… unified the entire party. Suddenly we were all on the same page and ready to go. Had that ever happened in my lifetime? Maybe late in Obama’s first run we might have felt something like this, but I don’t think it was this intense. Maybe it’s a social media echo chamber kind of thing where the algorithms are only bringing me people I agree with (yes, I know that’s a big part of this) but come one, folks. The transition from the Biden campaign to the Harris campaign was electric. It felt GREAT.

I will admit it. I was wrong about wanting Biden to stay in the race. Given what we know now, that would have been the wrong move.

Now we are adding Tim Walz to the ticket as Harris’ running mate and that unified feeling has intensified times a billion. Where has this guy been all of our lives? I feel so good about the state of things right now that I could almost be described as… I don’t want to say it but… I could almost be described as feeling patriotic. Almost. Who the hell saw that coming?

Harris/Walz in 2024. I might want to throw some more money at them. Bring it on!