Joke’s On You – Just Another Sham from OBiden-Harris
By Greg Maresca
The Democrat presidential ticket’s watchword is the thematic term: joy. When the news broke, I thought of an episode of Hogan’s Heroes where Col. Klink was reminiscing about his pre-war outings with the Nazi program: Strength Through Joy. The program was pure propaganda that promoted Nazism and monitored dissident and anti-state behavior.
Who said you couldn’t learn anything from a sitcom?
Einstein said, “Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.”
Barack Obama was once the Democrat’s hope candidate, while Kamala Harris is now their joy nominee. Democrats wouldn’t know this but hope and joy are not campaign slogans but Christmas.
What is there to be joyful about?
Let’s count the ways.
Joy is someone else paying your student loan and your mortgage down payment.
Joy is a universal income and does not have to work with free healthcare.
Joy is more debt and inflation with increased oversight and regulation.
Joy means high energy prices and power outages.
Joy is eliminating the filibuster and packing the Supreme Court.
Joy entails public school indoctrination and unrestrained illegal migration, with no police or prisons.
Joy knows Planned Parenthood has a mobile bus offering free abortions and vasectomies.
Joy is higher food and gas prices, tens of millions of illegals, terrorists, and drugs flooding the border.
Joy is taxing unrealized capital gains while supporting Sen. Elizabeth Warren’s Wealth Tax. Harris is much like Warren; except she is a real Indian (when not playing the Black card).
What’s not to like?
The most memorable Democrat Convention moment was opening night when Joe Biden angrily yelled for all to embrace the joy you could bottle and even wash your dishes with it.
It’s no surprise that Harris’s campaign slogan might shock her innumerable staff members who, through the years, left her employ overdosing on all that joy. Perhaps the media should interview them. But that’s not their job. Their job is to get Harris elected. Democrats plan to ride the wave of obfuscation into the White House as their media buddies work the oars and sails, promoting the joy campaign at every turn.
Three months ago, if someone said Harris would own the top of the Democrat ticket without earning one primary vote, they would have been laughed at Kamala-style on steroids. The worst president in modern history has passed the baton to an even worse candidate.
Her meteoric rise is not just surprising, it’s totally fabricated, forced, and fake. Yet, this inept, awkward vice president is somehow the most qualified, wonderful, and inspiring figure in American politics. It’s a narrative that’s hard to believe, yet it’s being pushed by the media and the party.
The media made Obama a celebrity where accomplishments, intelligence, and work ethic are irrelevant. Now they have Harris, who will save democracy despite not winning one primary for the office she seeks. It’s all counterfeit, resembling a high school popularity contest, but few care. All the while, the mindless masses continue to digest this narrative hook, line, and joy.
Making joy a virtue of frivolity was the highlight at the Democrat’s latest kumbaya of a convention – subsisting on vibes rather than substance. The Dispatch’s Nick Catoggio used another sitcom (Seinfeld) to juxtapose the convention to “a show about nothing,” and he was hardly alone.
The last thing Democrats want is for the issues to be front and center, believing that the formula: personality – policy = joy is enough to keep the White House. Moreover, as Robert Kennedy, Jr recently said, “Who needs policies when you have Trump to hate.”
Those who believe Harris is making the calls on policy are the same as those who think Biden has full mental acuity. Biden was “sharp as a tack” before “they” (including Harris) couldn’t hide it anymore.
Yet, Kama-chameleon and her cheerleaders joyfully run away from everything they have stood for.
Ignorance is bliss. It is also Harris’ foremost strategy.
Accepting the nomination as a cackling caricature of the Wicked Witch of the West dressed in mournful black does not project joy but is a ghoulish facsimile that underscores a campaign out for blood. Harris’s constant crackling does not perceive optimism but of mental limitations – the notorious giggling fool – the epitome of style over substance.
Can you feel the joy?
Rather, that is your wallet being emptied.
If you haven’t figured it out, the Harris/Walz campaign of J.O.Y. is precisely an acronym:
Joke’s On You.
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