On the vp front: UD‘s thinking that if the Harris campaign’s going to press hard on the weird thing, her pick might be the inventor of the weird meme, Tim Walz. A mere Wiki acquaintance with the guy uncovers abysms of unweird. Tales of the Unweird. Crypts of the Unweird. Nights of the Living Unweird. He’s a sixty year old boy scout, a ramrod-straight product of a world UD – evil right coaster – will never know.
Let’s scrutinize. Working from top to bottom: Bad haircut, goony glasses, flannel shirts, slight beer belly… everything about him’s authentically askew. He’s so deeply him. Up against hillbilly turned cat obsessive Vance, he will look like Harry Truman on steroids. Sounds like Truman too, with that flat prairie twang. No fancy schmancy lectures about the therapeutic society from this Chadron State College-trained high school geography teacher, babe! Tim Walz won’t be checking your sheets for spilled sperm. He’ll let you decide how you want to bonk.