Don't Let Donald Define You

Donald Trump has already begun attacking Kamala Harris - or rather, renewed his attacks - by reviving one of his favorite insults for women.

Calling her “crazy” may resonate with the morons who parrot every asinine thing he says, but her bearing is so calm and steady it may not be as effective as he hopes.  He may have more luck by tying her to her hometown San Francisco’s or the progressive left’s worst excesses.

She’s got to respond quickly and definitively.  Go after his criminal conviction and tie him to the crime and urban unrest that arose under his regime.  Call him a criminal, a cheater, and chiseler to his face.  Remind the public of his ties to Putin, his love of dictators, his financial ties to China, the twisted sexual overtones in his relationship with Kim Il Jung.  Call him a cop-and woman-hater.

Put him on notice: he’s not dealing with nice guy Joe anymore.  A tempting line for her: “He calls me crazy.  He hasn’t seen anything yet.  Just wait till this crazy bitch goes after his demented fat ass.”

If Trump’s supporters attack her looks or her laugh, she or her surrogates should hit back harder. Show the picture of lard-ass in his diapers playing tennis. And call him our for being a fat slob. Don’t worry about being called political incorrect. She’s got to show she’s tougher and get in the gutter to fight.

Of course, she’s got to maintain her dignity and composure when she does it.

She might counter with a slightly oblique approach that enables her to own and defuse his attacks -  “I think he calls people names because he’s a frightened little man.  My husband thinks he’s nasty because he’s a schmuck.”

No matter what, she can’t let his attacks stands.  She’s got to define him before he can define her.  And in so doing she’ll help define herself.