Once upon a time, we relied on thoughtful men and women in media to navigate us through the traumas of our explosive, increasingly hateful, and divided political system.

Today, we find ourselves in a different landscape, where the influence of traditional media has waned, and new figures like Taylor Swift have emerged as moral guides.

Our traditional guides – the left/-right media –  are just as unreliable and irrational as the subjects they claim to interpret for us. The root of this unreliability? Money, of course.

Kamala Harris has achieved the seemingly impossible multiple times, and there’s no reason for me to doubt her potential for future success. She has to move fast, and she is and will. That will be a lot more fun to watch than an NFL football game or the World Series.

Donald Trump’s age and coherence are unlikely to improve, and he and Joe Biden will have ample time to enjoy their retirement. The future, as always, belongs to the young. They will have a lot to talk about.

He who defies the nature of life can never get elected President.

Katz’s law: He who enrages millions of newly empowered women can never win a national election again.

That is one of the real meanings of this campaign, the real story.

For some reason (really?), women all over have had enough of angry and frightened white men who can’t imagine why they wouldn’t want to lose control of their children and babies,  be sick, and sometimes be killed by the ignorance of nasty old white men hiding out in state legislatures.

Trust me, the days of these medieval old men are numbered. I know a lot of women, left and right, who can’t wait to get these people out of public office. They are coming for you, old farts, you lost track of the time and the world around you. They aren’t going back.

Once, Donald Trump was the symbol of change. Now, he is the symbol of old and nasty.

Harris did yet another impossible thing. She humiliated and exposed Trump, a ferocious and famous bully and misogynist opponent, in two weeks; we were told this would not be possible. She revealed a very sick man, a true sociopath.

She also accomplished the unprecedented feat of raising a billion dollars in just over a month, a task deemed impossible and was never before achieved.

She revealed Donald Trump’s true character, or lack of it, something many politicians in both parties have been unable to do for over a decade.

She exposed Trump as a liar, a fraud, a fool, and a coward. People might still love and vote for him, but they can no longer kid themselves or their children about who he is. They can’t ever tell their kids they didn’t know.

She brought some absolute joy and inspiration to a thoroughly beleaguered and discouraged electorate, who have been almost given hope on a system that is being taken over by the hateful, ideologically fanatic, women-hating ideology of Christian Nationalism.

They are abetted by cowardly Republicans who slobber like dogs when their master calls. Shame on you, Nicky Haley; you will find a sad place in history. You gave yourself away to a doomed train.

The women’s revolution is on; they won’t run away either.

Donald Trump is now a tale of desperate self-demolition on display every day, right out in the open for people to see. Kamala Harris did that. No one thought it was possible even a few weeks ago.

Donald Trump will never get to be President again, and I think now he knows it. My mind has never changed or wavered about that.

No one can say for sure whether she will win or lose. But I certainly have not been given any reason to think she can’t, despite the wave after wave of hysterical media and political warnings that it isn’t over, the country is divided, the election will be close, she could still be defeated, and she has a lot to do to win doubters over.

Duh.

So what is the news? I won’t know the answer from polls, no one else will either.  I’m happy to wait until November to find out.  I really don’t care what polls and pundits say, they are historically and continuously wrong.

Harris seems acutely aware of what she needs to do.

I don’t know her that well either, but from what I have seen, she has a grip on reality, good advisors, and millions of supporters (I admit to being a Swiftie.)

If I had any doubts about Harris, they are gone, honestly. Taylor Swift is the most influential public figure on the earth.

She makes Trump’s endorsements resemble a Hot Dog Vendor in Times Square.

Trump can’t bear to have more prominent men, in size or intellect, around him. J.D. Vance is about as small as they come.

I’m not interested in the warnings, doubts, what-ifs, or hand-wringing. Most of it is intended to keep advertisers buying time and frightening people so they’ll listen to pundit after pundit with nothing to say.

For me, the path is clear. What will give me joy is watching how she and the revolutionary Army organizing behind her will do it. Of course, she will win.

That’s destiny. Trump is done.  Overnight, he has become a medieval figure surrounded only by acolytes and bootlickers .

You can hear the air hissing out of his tires if you listen.

It will be painful and somewhat sad for me to watch the erosion of any human. He claims to hate Joe Biden, but he has become him. Talk about irony.

If only Shakespeare were alive. Our greedy and corporatized media can’t or won’t get it; the truth is not profitable enough.

Two billion dollars worth of political campaign aid will ensure that, at least through this election.