I’ve seen some amazing crowds in my life. In 1985, my mom scored me and a couple of friends tickets (and backstage passes) to see Prince in Worcester, Massachusetts, on the Purple Rain tour. I still remember standing in the crowd with my lace fingerless gloves on, thinking my mom was the absolute coolest for getting us into the arena. As Prince took the stage and spoke the intro to “Let’s Go Crazy” (“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life …”), thousands of people just like me went nuts. The rafters shook from the weight of all the jumping and shuffling feet.
Almost 40 years later, I stood in the Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, waiting for President Trump to take the stage. Less than 48 hours earlier, he’d been shot in the ear by a crazed would-be assassin in Butler, Pennsylvania, the sad result of many months of dangerous rhetoric by Democrats and their allies in the corporate media. But he’d survived, pumping his fist to the crowd at the Secret Service dragged him offstage, yelling “Fight! Fight! Fight!” to his supporters. Finally, he took the stage. Compared to the sound I heard that evening, the roar of all those teenage Prince fans was nothing.
As we head into the final weeks of the presidential campaign, the corporate press continues to tell us that Kamala Harris and Tim Walz are running a campaign of “joy.” They tell us that the Democrats are
