If the fictional Harris needed a motivational boost, she certainly received one. "I'm just here to remind you that you've got this," said the real Harris. "Because you can do something your opponent can’t: you can open doors." (For women, for history, for garbage trucks.) The two shared a hearty laugh. “Now, Kamala, take my palm-ala…” Rudolph said. There was a genuinely tender and warm connection between the two during their delightful exchange, as if Rudolph was channeling all her energy and positivity into the 60-year-old candidate for this final stretch. "Keep Kamala and Carry On-ala," they promised each other. Then Harris joined Rudolph on stage, and the two women stood side by side, dressed in matching black blazers with loose curls and tasteful, delicate two-strand necklaces. Rudolph couldn’t have asked for a better role, and Harris couldn’t have found anyone more fitting to portray her.
NL had an abundance of opportunities to highlight the energetic joy of Harris' campaign in contrast to Trump’s increasingly chaotic final days. James Austin Johnson portrayed Trump in his signature orange vest, rambling at a MAGA rally about his supposed right to protect women from their own choices. “That’s right, when you’re famous, they let you protect them,” he remarked. Johnson effectively conveyed Trump’s disdain for his work, his crowds, his schedule, the Midwest, and the microphone he couldn’t decide whether to take to bed or throw away. “The last time I hated a mic this much, I tried to have him killed. Pence!” he shouted. “Who cares, you don’t care, nobody cares.”
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