While Kamala Harris was in Erie, Pennsylvania pushing Donald Trump's incendiary, dictatorial banter about the enemy within, Trump was in the opposite corner of the state in suburban Philadelphia hosting a town hall in which his usual lunkheaded non-answers to questions got interrupted by people fainting in the overheated building. At a loss for words - and his mind - Trump called for songs from his list of personal favorites to be played for, as it turned out, forty minutes - about the length of a long-play album - which revealed something far worse about Trump than his authoritarian tendencies - his taste in music.
And Trump swayed and shimmied all the way through the music without saying very much.
Not much in the way of sixties and seventies classic rock and pop in the mix, which was too bad, because, given his promises of what to do to Harris supporters, a few songs of that description would have been perfect for his playlist.
You already know about these two.
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