I love the people that won’t change and sit there willing to take smack just so they can say they voted for Donald Trump. Ladies and gentlemen, he acknowledged in front of a worldwide audience that people were eating dogs. No, not Steve’s glorious Hot Dogs, but actual dogs. Of course, this had been proven false to everyone and everything in the world except for Donnybrook Bleach Boy and his cronies. I swear, his followers are why lions eat their young.

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There’s one clear way to look at the debate between Kamala Harris and Donald Trump, the second and (most likely) final one between the Presidential candidates. When Mike Tyson and Leon Spinks met in the ring back in 1988, each fighter was undefeated and looking to stake his claim to the throne by knocking the other out. Well, Tyson knocked Spinks out in 91 seconds. It was like watching a person pick a fight with a moving train, or someone trying to stand up to a tornado. Tyson annihilated Spinks, essentially ending his career highlight reel. Spinks never fought again. Tyson turned off his light.

Harris turned off Trump’s light on Tuesday. After a rousing victory by the vile racist known as Donnie-thanks for the most part to a half-dead Joe Biden-the second debate went the complete opposite direction. Trump came in swinging, Harris baited him and landed plenty of jabs and counter shots, and it never went uphill for the human dynamite stick known as Donald. His most loyal followers, the people who get hot at a protest even if they don’t even know what is being protested, will tell you Harris did as much lying as Trump. That’s certifiably untrue. No one lies more than Trump. Doctors, lawyers, trainers, social media guru wannabes, etc. They all pale in comparison to how many lies D.T. can say in 15-20 minutes.

What was evident in the first debate, a rattling and bumbling collection of going nowhere rants, was right there again in round two. It’s just that his opponent was a lot stronger. A strong woman who is used to bumbling morons in her presence. She was a criminal prosecutor after all, so this is just like the old days for her. It’s like pounding that heavy bag in the basement, the lumps of leather and stuffing that will let you beat it to the ground. All she had to do was bait him, and let him go off the chain for a few minutes. Afterwards, Harris came in and hit him with facts and what actually happened.

Sure, she still has to iron out her policies and how her campaign will differentiate from the formerly viable and now expiring campaign put together by old Joe. But, she only took the job in the summer. No, she doesn’t get to make decisions as V.P. Does the guy under your boss at work get to make global decisions, or is it the boss? The executive in chief is Biden, and please spare me and the other readers those useless jargon-packed collections of words about how she really is making the moves. Then, you start to sound like the guy everyone eventually ignores at the bar. The people who think a Vice President makes big time decisions are the same human waste drums who think the President determines the gas prices. The same pack of wild animal refugees who somehow escaped out of their womb into a safe spot that wasn’t outlined with rat poison who think inflation hasn’t gone up during this current term.

Oh, and crime is down too. Crime in St. Louis, especially homicides, is down. Don’t get too loud, though. Donny’s boys may get upset. Believing him and his frat boy V.P. will do better than Harris and lovely Tim Walz is ludicrous. He had his time from 2016-20, and then got fired by 81 million people. Trump ignited a raid of the Capitol, collected charges like I collect Coke Zero cans, and only helped the rich get richer. He wants to lock down the border, and strip females of their reproductive rights for good. He also wants to make it rain like Putin around here, and take away future elections. Trump literally said, “in four years, you’ll never have to vote again.” With him, the stupidity writes itself.

I don’t think Harris is perfect by any means, but she’s what this country needs. After hundreds and way too many tries, it’s time for a female to get a shot at running this city. A fierce, ambitious, and well spoken African American who used to prosecute criminal asshats is a fine place to start that movement. I bet it will be better than the past eight years. She’ll take what she and Biden helped create, tweak it to erase any leftover Trump stink, and push our country in the right direction. I haven’t felt as strong on a political topic since I heard Barack Obama speak for the first time, or when I first read about John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King Junior. She won’t fix it all, but she won’t burn it down like Trump.

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