Let’s say you are really good at playing guitar. Maybe not Billy Zoom, but damn good; you know your stuff, you’ve been doing it for years if not decades. Then, as if out of nowhere, you learn that Vice President Kamala Harris really shreds. You learn this from no fewer than six major news outlets on the same day, coincidentally, within 48 hours of Harris becoming the presumptive Democratic nominee for president.
This might cause you to wonder why the administration had kept this light under a bushel. But you won’t wonder this because, as a journalist and a regular American, you’ve been repulsed by the conveyor belt of garbage coming out of the White House for months (and, it turns out, years), garbage journalists and regular Americans were expected to dutifully deep throat, about how President Biden was not experiencing cognitive decline, and that to suggest otherwise was “unacceptable and does not live in reality.”
If I try very hard, I can squeeze out a drop of admiration for the White House staff. They stayed at their posts, and if this meant feeding the public a steady diet of bullshit sandwiches with the intent of keeping Biden in office, no less sentient, then so be it. But I cannot summon that drop for the journalists conscripted to distribute the sandwiches. They had one job, to be the eyes and ears for the public, and in this they failed. Some of the failure can be traced to a susceptibility to a brain fever inspired by Donald Trump, a fever that told some reporters it was not only okay to act on a set of alt-journalistic principles, it was noble, and if this meant squinting hard enough to see a visibly failing 81-year-old man as the most capable person to lead the nation, they would do it. They had to. Animus for Trump was the power-pack they and the administration had counted on riding to 2028 and, as stinky and rickety as it might be, they could let go only at their own peril.
And then on Sunday, in flew a deus ex machina. You can nearly hear the communal heave of relief from those on the political beat. No more proppin’ up ol’ Joe; with Harris, they had a fresh candidate to spit-shine, and I imagine the country’s editors working double-time, trawling for stories that made the vice-president look, if not cuddly, then at least relatable, and didn’t she do some cooking thing a few years ago?
Which is how we wound up with multiple national reporters snorting up what crumbs they could from a short-lived “Cooking With Kamala” series on YouTube, in which - spoiler alert - the only item Harris herself cooks to completion is a tuna sandwich....
[Read the rest "When Is a Tuna Sandwich Not a Tuna Sandwich?" on Make More Pie, link in bio]