It was just 37 days ago when this meme pretty much summed up how we were all feeling in the weeks after the Trump-Biden Debate Debacle:

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Within seconds after President Biden began to answer the first question from Jake Tapper, he could not get the words out of his mouth! A horrified nation grabbed its collective sofa seat cushion and shouted a simultaneous “OH NO!! SOMEONE HELP HIM OFF THE STAGE!!” 

It was too late. Slurring his words, losing his place, freezing to regain his balance and the middle of the nonsensical sentence he was in, a sad shell of his former self, Biden imploded in less time (44 seconds) than the Challenger (73 seconds). And all of us, in that instant, knew that the election was over, there would be no recovery from this, Trump would now return to the White House, our Democracy was over. 

For three long weeks of agony we hung our heads and sulked. “Why Lord, why us?” To make it worse, Trump was then shot in the eartip and another prayer went up hoping he was ok, not hurt, not martyred. He then had a boisterous, whackadoodle Convention presided over by Hulk Hogan — and his base ate it up. Millions were re-inspired, and Trump surged ahead of Biden in the polls by 9 points. 

Joe tried to recover in various interviews and speeches. He introduced Ukrainian President Zelensky as “President Putin” at a NATO summit, and later, at a press conference, he referred to Kamala Harris as “Vice President Trump.” We turned off our TVs, we turned off all the lights, we sat in the dark, some of us guzzled wine out of a Costco box, and we saw the future of our country right there on the effing wall.

And then… 

And then…

AND THENNNNNN…

A miracle. 

After the worst three weeks of being an American since November of 2016, with all of us about to lose everything we hold dear, President Biden did something no unindicted politician ever does — voluntarily give up power! Step down for the good of the country! George Clooney, who had just raised $30 million for Biden’s campaign two weeks earlier, asked him very publicly to end his campaign. So did I, and I asked all of you to join us in this plea. A few dozen members of Congress joined in, too. And then, Pelosi. 

At 1:46 pm on July 21st — that’s just barely a month ago! — Joe Biden announced he was indeed putting the country ahead of himself and would end his campaign. He endorsed his vice president, Kamala Harris, as his replacement to be our next President — and an already anxiety-ridden nation held its breath. 

Was she the right one? Didn’t she already run four years ago — and dropped out before the first primary vote was even taken? What exactly has she done as Vice President? America will NOT elect its SECOND Black president in just eight years! And look what happened the last time a woman ran!

And… and… and…

Jeez! Why are Democrats and Liberals such scaredy cats?! Enough, I say! I’ve met Kamala on a few occasions. I instantly liked her. I met her husband Doug and her stepdaughter, Ella. Such good people. 

Although my first thought on July 21st was for her to really shake things up and break from the past and name a woman as her running mate. Gretchen Whitmer of Michigan. People screamed “NO!” Talk about frightened Democrats! So my pick was another Midwestern hero Governor — Walz from Minnesota — and I asked all of you to send Harris a note and encourage her to not appoint another man who had compared pro-Palestinian protestors in Philly to the KKK, who paid hush money to silence sexual harassment allegations against one of his core cabinet members, and who was opposed by two dozen teachers’ groups for his support of private school vouchers — a key proposal from Project 2025. 

The good news was I had also heard that behind the scenes in the White House, Kamala had made her feelings known that the deaths of thousands of innocent civilians in Gaza was unacceptable. Of course, she’s not the president, she currently holds no power, but I think it’s clear what her moral values are. She refused to attend Bibi’s hateful, insane speech to Congress last month. Instead she went to a sorority meeting. Burn! Trust me, this guy will never forget that. 

So this is a long way for me to get to saying how I’m feeling these days — and I think it’s the same way most of you are feeling (except the cynics — and please stay cynical, we need you!):

I HAVE BEEN FLYING SO HIGH OVER THE MOON FOR THE WHOLE MONTH OF AUGUST! Crazy! Ridiculous!! My smile muscles seem frozen in place! I have not been this happy since the day I got to vote for a man who decided to put his middle name on the Presidential ballot, showing just how fearless he was: