Today, I'm wearing my Kamala. (Kamala, period) sweatshirt.
I got it two sizes too large because I wanted it to be long. I wanted to have my hands covered and for it to fall well below my hips.
My house can get very chilly even before the cold weather sets in because it's a country farmhouse built without insulation in the 1940's.
I washed it yesterday and when I finally put it on I was delighted by how soft and cozy it feels.
It's like getting a hug.
So today I'm wearing my big, soft, cozy Kamala period sweatshirt and it feels like she's giving me a big hug.
Like she's saying it's OK.
Like everything, all of the hardwork wasn't for nothing.
Because at least I got a Kamala hug.
Because of this, I'm going to try not to cry today.*
As hard as we worked, as extensive as out ground game was, as much money as we donated and spent...it still wasn't enough to bring out our fellow Democrats who voted for President Biden and have them vote for Kamala. Our own peeps left us high and dry.
The numbers in question:
2020 JB 81,283,501
2024 KH 70,858,691
Difference: 10,424,810
❤️pants
*No such luck. Since I originally drafted this the tears have started. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
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