It’s finally happening. We are coming to the close of this seemingly never-ending chaotic presidential election season. Will things be resolved after Tuesday? You’re right; probably not.
Hold your nose and pick your poison, advises Andy Kessler on the eve of voting day. Pomposity vs Progressive Purgatory? Which will it be? Mr. Kessler admits to not being a fan of either scenario:
Under Mr. Trump, expect me-me-me, mockery and misogyny.
Under Ms. Harris, climate craziness, wokey woo-woo and pronoun patrols.
As winner, Mr. Trump promises there’ll be mass deportations. Believe him.
Detention centers will be constructed, which the press will immediately compare to Nazi camps. It won’t be pretty. Add tariffs and a lower dollar in a misguided effort to help U.S. manufacturing. Prices will go up.
Ms. Harris wants to give money away in the form of tax credits, home subsidies, and higher minimum wages. Believe her.
Prices will go up. In 2026 maybe we’ll see a rebranding of the Dollar Store to the Five Dollar Store. The stock market may swoon on larger federal deficits.
Economic illiteracy is bipartisan, Kessler reminds readers in the WSJ:
Ms. Harris says she will “advance the first-ever federal ban on price gouging on food and groceries.” Price controls lead to empty shelves—ask the Soviets.
Mr. Trump suggests of the U.S. debt, “Maybe we’ll pay off the $35 trillion dollars in crypto. I’ll write on a little piece of paper, ‘$35 trillion crypto, we have no debt.’ That’s what I like.” Dumb and dumber.
Neither candidate is mistake-free.
Mr. Trump agreed to a June debate with Mr. Biden, leaving time after Mr. Biden’s disastrous performance to swap him out for someone with a chance to win.
Ms. Harris picked Minnesota’s Tim Walz instead of Josh Shapiro, leaving Pennsylvania’s crucial electoral votes up for grabs. Second-guessing will begin as soon as a winner is declared—hopefully before New Year’s Day.
Meanwhile, we have checks and balances. So go ahead, hold your nose, pick your poison—our republic will survive. And then vote early, but please (especially in Chicago) not too often.