This is the warning.

There is a question that hangs in the air that will be settled in 94 days at the closing

of the polls when those last votes are cast.

And the question is, what does an American look like?

And perhaps, what is a black job?

Last night, a black job was bringing glory to the country. Personal,

individual achievement, fuel through grit, determination, sheer extraordinary God-given

excellence, and the hard work to distill it into the greatness that the American people and the whole world

cheered for last night. When the world cheered, the American flag rose high. Our national anthem

played, a black job. It certainly one Donald Trump couldn't do. Look at the joy, the happiness,

the sheer patriotism as they dance with the American flag. Sunni Lee and Simone Biles.

What extraordinary competitors, athletes, and Americans. We are all proud of them. Now let's look at another image.

Let's look at a joyless face, an affected scow. Let's look at America's dime store Mussolini

and his mugshot. I'll show you in a second how proud Donald Trump is of it,

but look deeper into it, the unhappiness, the misery, the weirdness. It's weird not to smile,

isn't it? I'll tell you another thing that's weird, if we could turn back the clock a little bit.

This woman is a five-star wacko, Christy Knoem, and she was

seriously under consideration to be this unsmiling man's vice president before he picked

the demented weirdo, J.D. Vance. This woman wrote in a book trying to titillate these people, the Maga Masses, that she point

blank shot a puppy because she was angry at, trying to show that she could make tough decisions

and she was a hard ass. All of this stuff is demented. This entire cast of characters has always been a Star Wars bar scene,

a creature canteena of fascist yearning, of despotic cravings, of un-American appetites,

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