Last night I felt what my dog Moe must have felt when he finally came to live with me.
Last night, watching Tim Walz at the Democratic rally in Philadelphia I felt rescued.
Safe.
Normal. Hope. Joy. We’ve been starving for this.
Tim Walz didn’t just rescue a calico cat named Honey or a lab mix named Scout.
He rescued Americans mired in the muck of darkness and fear and anger sown by Donald Trump for years
This joyous, home-spun everyman is the Dad we’ve been craving.
Needing.
The perfect antidote to the cruelty of the Republicans and the chaos of Trump.
A dog dad, a cat dad who could be a vice president for two-legged and four-legged Americans that we can all count on.