This coming Tuesday, I’ll be the emcee for a Town Hall in Philadelphia with President Trump.  Pennsylvania is one of the key battleground states and the winner of that one state may well determine the outcome of the election.  

I’m asked several times a day how do I think it will turn out.  My honest answer is that if the election is straight up, honest, and there aren’t issues of phony mail-in ballots, illegal immigrants being allowed to vote, and if we have complete election integrity, I believe President Trump will win in what may be the biggest electoral college landslide since 1984.  That said, I’m nervous and cautious, because the attempts to cheat are stunning and the ongoing lies from the Harris-Walz campaign in lockstep collusion with the corrupt media make me realize that every vote will truly matter.  No matter how long the lines, go vote.  I’d rather stand in line to vote than elect people whose policies will result in me standing in line to buy a loaf of bread.

Last minute, late-date lies are legendary in desperate campaigns.  It’s always a tell-tale sign that a campaign sees that it’s losing and resorts to last-ditch lies to try and sway gullible voters who might not realize they are being played for chumps.  If some so-called “bombshell” story breaks just before an election, be slow to give it any credibility.  Especially if the source is anonymous or clearly biased.  Take for example, the story this past week in Atlantic by a Trump-hating writer who says Trump liked Hitler.  On its face that’s absurd, but if Trump really likes Hitler, or as some Democrats claim, he IS Hitler, then why are a number of Democrats clinging to their Senate of House seats running ads tying themselves to Trump?  Does that mean THEY like Hitler too?  Do these Democrats like Bob Casey from Pennsylvania or Jon Tester Montana who see Trump winning in their states really want to side with Hitler?  It’s election desperation at its worst for the Democrats to try and invoke words like fascist, dictator, or evil to Donald Trump.  And the owner of the Atlantic is one of Kamala Harris’s closest friends and the supposed “source” of the story is a person Trump famously fired and has remained bitter about it.  I say supposed source because most of the article is based on the ever-ready “anonymous sources.”  Yet numerous people who were actually in the White House with Trump including my own daughter, dispute that he ever said disparaging words about the military and in fact had nothing but the highest respect for them in both public and private settings.  Frankly, I believe my daughter far more cowardly critics who hide behind their anonymity to make ridiculous and refutable allegations at Trump.  If they really believed Trump was so evil, why did they wait until 14 days before the election to suddenly recall these things?  It simply doesn’t pass the smell test.  It just smells.

And remember the supposed “joy” that Kamala Harris spoke of and which was touted by the Joy-less ladies on the View or by Oprah?  I’ve decided they should rename “The View” to the “Pew!”  since it stinks to high heaven as a chorus of angry, irrational, and crazed women who are the personification of the phrase “hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned.”  It’s a table of foul and furious females who come across as a circle of ex-wives spewing the bile of their lives and demonstrating quite effectively why they are indeed someone’s EX-WIFE!

Let’s face it, if you’re watching the Harris campaign, the “joy” is gone.  It’s been replaced by rage and random tirades.  While Donald Trump has fun taking a shift at McDonald’s or hanging out at a Bronx barber shop, Kamala is telling  a couple of young men who shout that Jesus is Lord that they are at the wrong rally.  Indeed they were!  Let’s be real—Kamala claimed she once worked at McDonalds.  Fine.  If so, that would be the ONLY private sector job she ever had.  And why won’t a reporter ask the simple question, “Madame VP, WHICH McDonalds was it?”

If there is a campaign exhibiting real joy, it’s the Trump/Vance team.  They are unfazed by the cheap shots, both figurative and literal and are answering real questions with real solutions.  And here’s the real reason you should feel good about voting for Trump:  I have it on good authority that when worked that shift at McDonalds, he did something that no one else has seemed to be able to have done—he FIXED THE ICE CREAM MACHINE!