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So this morning I posted about JD’s incel/stalker tour of the same places Harris/Walz are visiting.  I didn’t mean to say he’d literally stalk her, so I guess my understanding of just how creepy and weird this guy is needs to be revised, because he stalked her.

First, JD walked over to Harris’ plane and talked to the press, saying “I just wanted to check out my future plane” and that he “wanted to go over and say hello to the Vice President and ask her why does she refuse to answer questions”.  Then he posted this:

OK, bro.  And then he said this:

Can you smell the flopsweat mixed with Axe body spray on this fucking gross incel?  What a weak attempt to do god knows what with that statement.  He sure isn’t acting like a guy whose nomination has one foot in the grave and one foot on a banana peel.

If some guy did this to my daughter, I’d tell her to file a restraining order.

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Do you ever have a moment when suddenly you see something in a completely different light?

That happened to me last night when I looked at (fake) Jack Smith’s twitter feed.

How is it possible that the crackpot who would write these things can be seriously in the running to be president of the United States?  For a second time!  Is half the country under a spell?

Calling people stupid names like a 10-year-old boy might do, and thinking it’s funny.

It’s totally absurd.  The man needs professional help.

I know we’ve seen these rants for years, but this is nuts.  Have we seen so much of this that crazy-meters aren’t picking up the signal?

Enough from me, I’ll let Liberal Redneck take it from here.  It only took him one line to describe Trump exactly as I did up top.  h/t eclare for Liberal Redneck.

Open thread.

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Here’s the Cincinnati Enquirer’s fact check on JD.  No, he didn’t say he fucked a couch in Hillbilly Elegy.  Yes, he posted about dolphin porn with a twitter post showing he searched for “dolphin” and “women”.  Yeah, he had some Trump critics  on his Venmo, but that could be because he told Venmo to import his contacts.

Then we get to the eyeliner.  Here’s a TikTok user who thinks he wears it.  Pretty convincing.  The Enquirer isn’t sure about this one.

Just to be clear, there’s nothing wrong with wearing eyeliner, if you’re a man, as long as you own it. I think we need to spend a lot more time on this important issue, so here’s a thread to discuss it.

Also, if you think I’m being mean to JD, then you can read this story about how he accused Walz of “stolen valor” because Walz chose to retire after 24 years in the National Guard to run for office, before Walz’ unit was deployed to Iraq.  JD was a press officer for the Marines, served for 4 years and, he admits, saw no real fighting.

 

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One of our (mostly) lurkers sent this to me.  Not the video, but the poem below. It’s pretty good!

(I do love it when our lurkers get involved in things.)

by Just Suze

You’re a mean one, Mr. Vance,
You really are a heel,
You’re as cuddly as a cactus, you’re as charming as an eel, Mr.Vance,
You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You’re a monster, Mr. Vance,
Your heart’s an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Vance,
I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You’re a foul one, Mr. Vance,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Vance,
Given a choice between the two of you I’d take the seasick crocodile!

You’re a vile one, Mr. Vance,
You’re a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Vance,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
“Stink, stank, stunk”!

You’re a rotter, Mr. Vance,
You’re the king of sinful sots,
Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Vance,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!

You nauseate me, Mr. Vance,
With a nauseous super “naus”!
You’re a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Vance,
You’re a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

I’d like to challenge some of our creative peeps – anybody have an ode to Biden, an ode to Kamala, an ode to Walz in there, just waiting to get out?  Ode is too high a bar?  How about a poem, a rhyme, a limerick.  There are so many words that rhyme with couch, am I right?  Positivity and mockery, as long as they are directed at the right people, are both welcome.

You can put them in the comments, or you can send them to me by email.  I’ll include the best of them in upcoming posts.

Otherwise, this is an open thread.

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Amanda Marcotte went to both the Harris/Walz rally and the Vance rally in Philly last night, and let’s just say that the chicken man got blown up:

The chanters [saying “He’s so weird”] didn’t know the half of it. Hours earlier, I had been at a South Philly venue where Vance spoke briefly to about 200 supporters and a group of bored journalists. Vance’s event was small, mean, and yes, weird, featuring the unjustified sarcasm of the candidate and a desperate feeling reminiscent of the mood at a strip mall shot bar at 2 AM on “ladies’ night.”

Meanwhile, the Harris/Walz rally felt like a rousing speech by Coach Eric Taylor of “Friday Night Lights” combined with the front row at Coachella. The cheers were so loud that I regretted not bringing my earplugs. The mood was jubilant, even though folks had to wait hours in the heat and humidity to even get into the place. The campaign claimed over 12,000 people showed up, which is not an exaggeration. Even as Harris and Walz gave the final speeches of the evening, the line to get into the overflow room — just to watch the event on TV — went on for multiple city blocks.

[…]Vance’s speech, on the other hand, wasn’t just underwhelming but a little uncanny. Despite using room dividers to shrink the space, the campaign could not hide that the crowd felt like a medium-sized wedding, albeit a pathetic one where no one cares for the couple. Vance, perhaps recognizing charisma isn’t his strong suit, spoke briefly before bringing up a series of local citizens ready to blame Mexicans for their familial tragedies of drug addiction. He spoke for a couple more minutes, before taking the reporters’ questions about cat ladies.

Even in his short speech, it seemed Vance — like the Trump campaign overall — is still struggling to accept that they are running against Harris and not President Joe Biden. It felt like the speechwriter had typed Ctrl-F “Biden” and replaced every instance with “Harris,” whether it made sense or not. […]

I saw a clip of JD answering a reporter’s question about Trump doing one event this week, versus the heavy schedule that Harris and Walz are running. Vance said that Trump is very busy, and mumbled something about raising funds. Yeah, that’s right, JD — your campaign doesn’t have any fucking money because Trump stole it all. Trump doesn’t have a public schedule because their genius plan was to glide to victory over Biden.

Most importantly, they have no strategy. It’s neither strategically or tactically smart to have Vance chase Harris and Walz. Obviously, Harris/Walz were going to have a bigger crowd and more attention than JD in Philly, but even at that, what a weak effort by the Trump/Vance campaign to only get 200 incels to show up.  They also fucked up their sign placement (as shown above), but the “Kamala Chaos” message on the sign is just more of them repeating back the charges made by the Harris campaign instead of coming up with anything new or clever.

Tim Walz said “we’ll sleep when we’re dead” in Philly. The Trump/Vance campaign, at the moment, is just asleep.

Also, I have a correction to make to yesterday’s “Tampon Tim” post. I just assumed that the Minnesota law about menstrual supplies mandated that they were to be supplied in both bathrooms. That’s right-wing lie. Robyn Pennachia at Wonkette has the facts:

But the narrative the Right is putting out is that the bill “requires” schools to put tampons in the boys’ restroom. It does not. It doesn’t require them to be in any particular place, actually.

Here is the whole text of the bill:

A school district or charter school must provide students with access to menstrual products at no charge. The products must be available to all menstruating students in restrooms regularly used by students in grades 4 to 12 according to a plan developed by the school district. For purposes of this section, “menstrual products” means pads, tampons, or other similar products used in connection with the menstrual cycle.

So, sorry about the error and I hope that I’ll remember in future to vet their bullshit better.

The Incel/Stalker Campaign StrategyPost + Comments (263)