creepy weirdo JD Vance is stalking Kamala now, because of course he is

JD is a twisted sicko

it’s been apparent for a long time that Little Donny Fuckface is a low-wattage moron who thinks he’s the smartest guy in the room.

what we’re now learning about JD Vance is that he’s a bizarre weirdo who inexplicably believes he’s coolest guy in the room.

need proof? look at how he fantasizes about who he is.

“This Entourage reboot is going to be awesome”

in JD’s mind, he and his buds are bopping down the tarmac in slow motion while awesome music plays in the background.

oh, please. who are you kidding, JD? Entourage was not a show about cool people. it was about the douchiest douchebags on the planet.

but let’s put that aside, and talk about where JD was, and why he was leading that asshole parade across the tarmac: all this week, he’s going to be stalking Kamala Harris.

ewww, what a skin-crawling weirdo.

here’s JD’s plane, rolling up at the airport in Eau Claire, Wisconsin, just after Air Force Two had landed.

now here’s Couchfuck McGee striding across the tarmac, demanding to speak to Kamala (who had already left for her campaign appearance).

hey, JD — fuck you very much. here’s a free clue for you. women don’t owe you their time, or attention. you can’t just show up and inflict yourself on them. that’s creepy stalker behavior. and this is the Vice President of the United States he’s stalking. JD is lucky the Secret Service didn’t wrestle him to the ground.

here’s the thing: it’s not uncommon in a presidential campaign for a veep candidate to follow their opponents across the country and make speeches in the same towns. it’s called shadowing. but it is most certainly not common — or acceptable — to be a threatening douche about it.

keep your fucking distance, creep.

none of us should be surprised by this behavior. JD believes that women are the property of men. he wants to be able to sic the police on women crossing state lines, in order to make sure they’re not trying to get healthcare.

in his sick mind, JD imagines he has every right to force himself on Kamala and demand she account for herself.

when you’re famous, they let you do it. am I right, JD?

holy shit, look at the line to get into yesterday’s Harris-Walz rally. cars are backed up for a mile and a half.

check out the line of people waiting to get into the venue.

and here’s the rally itself.

there’s about twelve thousand people in that hangar, with thousands more in the overflow area outside.

let’s compare that with the scene at JD’s rally.

ouch. I’m getting a total Four Seasons Total Landscaping vibe here.

there were barely a hundred people in attendance — and ninety of them were members of the media.

JD Vance is toxic, and he’s cratering in the polls. his misogynistic stalker personality is turning off everybody.

A half-dozen polls have now tested views of Vance more than once in the last few weeks. In each of them, his already-underwhelming image ratings have deteriorated — sometimes significantly.

And crucially, his struggles appear particularly pronounced among educated voters and women. That would suggest that his derisive past comments about childless women are indeed proving to be liabilities.

I am shocked — shocked! — to learn that women are repulsed by a weird creep who believes their only function in life is to be baby factories.

Donny really shit the bed in choosing this preachy little prig to be his running mate. that’s what you get when you’re too busy watching yourself on TV and cheating at golf to do any proper vetting of the second most important person in your campaign.

but the Space Nazi and Peter Thiel said JD Vance was awesome!

pro tip: don’t take advice on candidates from a guy whose cars randomly crash and burst into flames — because now, Donny, you’re stuck with a running mate who never stops crashing and bursting into flames.

so sad.

here, Donny, have a tiny violin.

a thing happened at yesterday’s Harris-Walz rally that really highlights the basic decency of Tim Walz. it was a hot day in Eau Claire, and a rally-goer was struggling in the heat. Tim noticed, and stopped his speech to make sure they got the help they needed.

“can we get somebody to help? somebody’s hot. can we get somebody to help?”

contrast that with Donny, at a hate-rally a month ago.

“you know, it’s only 103° out here. they built all these— they call them— ‘sir, we have many water spots.’ I said, what about one for me?”

there’s your 2024 presidential campaign wrapped up in a nice, tidy bow: it’s we vs me.

speaking of Donny, where the fuck is he?

while his unpleasant mini-me stalks Kamala, Donny is missing in action. all this week, he’s been holed up in his vermin-infested golf motel, rage-posting and filling an endless succession of diapers.

look at this:

the Harris-Walz juggernaut is crisscrossing the country, campaigning in one swing state after another.

what’s Donny doing? he’s got one appearance on his schedule — farting around in deeply-red Montana, where he shouldn’t have to stump for votes. Donny isn’t even trying to attract additional support. he’s just throwing red meat to the cultists. how the fuck is this a winning strategy?

why isn’t the media demanding that this low-energy demento drop out of the race? clearly, Donny no longer has the stamina to campaign — or to be president.

that’s just sad.

Kamala and Tim are having the times of their lives right now, and it’s infectious. we are all lifted up by their joy.

in contrast, JD Vance and Donny Diaperload are weird, twisted sickos who have nothing to offer but hate.

let’s revisit this photo from yesterday’s post.

can you even imagine Donny and JD laughing like this?

well, maybe yes, if they saw a disabled person fall off their crutches, sure — but other than that? no.