Hardcore in the Hour of Chaos

The big boss is flailing; undirected, the ragebait peddlers spin out

It’s taken three weeks, but the impresarios of Hardcore — as our regular readers know, our term of art for ragebait emails that lure your senile relatives to rightwing garbage sites — have caught on that Kamala Harris is the new Democratic nominee. And, like Tubby and his minions, they are spitting mad about. Also like Tubby and his minions, they are doing a piss-poor job of striking back.

But whereas the campaign operatives flail and thrash in ways we might expect of major candidates suddenly caught with their dicks in their hands — like J.D. Vance trying to turn the widespread and well-taken “weird” accusation against him against his avuncular and self-evidently normal opponent Tim Walz — the Hardcore kids pick the spent ordnance of the Trump campaign off the ground and chicken-arm it at Harris in ways that are all the more entertaining for their incompetence.