You can’t reference eating someone for dinner and omit one of the best attacks of the whole night.
“Why don’t you tell the 800,000 Polish Americans right here in Pennsylvania how quickly you would give up for the sake of favor and what you think is a friendship with what is known to be a dictator, who would eat you for lunch.”
Fuck yeah. Kamala was all of us that night. The pity and scorn that she injected into that line was just simply perfect.
She had so many good lines, clearly well prepped and practiced, and deployed flawlessly at just the right time.
And the way she looked at him, pointed at him, and the tone she used on him…we aren’t talking about this enough yet: she made the supposed strongman look so dopey and small. Like a cuck.