No room at the inn

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Did you know that some people find mannequins creepy? It’s true. It could be because some of them look so real. Many a person has mistaken a mannequin for a real human being. Then they get up close and see the immovable figure, the empty stare, and the –, (and this is true of ALL mannequins) — the vacant look in their eyes.

Vacant. All mannequins share that same vacant look. It is popular in both literature and in film to create stories about the mannequin; in these stories, they always come to life. But in reality, they can’t. They will always be vacant. So will some people who, on occasion, can closely resemble mannequins.

JD Vance was Peter Thiel’s mannequin. The tech billionaire nurtured his mannequin for many years, breathing fresh life into it, a Tech-happy Pygmalion with his own personal Galatea only. Instead of a partner, he created a political toy.

Thiel got Vance several jobs. He hovered nearby as Vance met with Trump, seeking his endorsement in the Ohio Senate race. Yes, Vance was a mannequin, vacant, owned by someone with their own plans for America who saw Vance as an easy and pliable mark.

Did you watch Vance’s speech? It was so very boring, my dear friends! Vance, ego swelled with hubris and policy positions non-existent, stood up on that stage, a mannequin offering carefully coached words he probably did not even write himself. (Just my opinion.)

He was vacant. Gone was any talk about his burning desire for a national abortion ban. Gone was any talk about the Comstock act. Have you heard about the Comstock act? That is an old and archaic law that would make any abortion medication sent through the mail illegal. The Democrats are, even as I write this, trying to get rid of this law.

But Vance was the player, carefully prepped and preppy. EVEN HIS VOICE was preppy, something one does not see all that much.

The speech was easily forgettable. It hovered in the air for a moment or two before drifting silently downward, soapsuds vanishing down a drain, as people went back to what they had been doing before. Not one sentence in that speech will be remembered.

It was vacant. As of this writing, the Vance team has not committed to a debate with VP Harris. Are they afraid? I think perhaps he is. Why? Because he is vacant.

Vice President Harris is a tigress who, with her sharp mind and agile intelligence, will be able to tear the words of the vacant one apart. It’s been strange watching this very odd convention. But you know what it’s done? It’s shown me how vacant they all are. And it has strengthened me, making me more determined to win.

I envision gold — Gold, the color of political winners, Golden sparkles falling from the sky, as if from the sun itself, falling toward us, dancing in front of us. melting into us as we embrace the spoils of Democratic victory. And we can. We WILL. Why? Because this week I looked into the eyes of each and every Republican. — and saw nothing looking back at me –only the stares of the vacant.