1. It’s August 1 already? Time to celebrate Lughnasa–climb a mountain, have a feast, thank the god Lugh for a good harvest.
2. I, for one, am here for Dems finally going low, not high. Call those weirdos weird! As Vanity Fair puts it, “while voters may disagree with one another on points at the policy level, there’s room for everyone to unite under the banner of pettiness.”
3. Speaking of calling weird controlling white guys weird controlling white guys, one of this week’s Garbage Day emails really summed up the (dare I say) vibe shift of the last two weeks:
I don’t know if it was the horror of the Trump assassination attempt, Harris launching her campaign, or just the the subtle shifts of history, but something has broken in me. A threshold crossed. I’m not scared of these people, I’m not even interested in them. At one point in the last few weeks, I woke up and just felt, in my bones, that I was done. We have spent the last 10 years living in fear of some of the worst, most annoying people on the planet. And they are, and have been from the start, hateful, lonely weirdos who don’t even know how to wear their own clothes properly. And, sure, there will assuredly be new political threats to come, but whatever this all was is ending. And no matter what comes next, it does honestly feel extremely freeing to finally say it. Republicans are deeply unpopular weirdos.