So, Kamala Harris has found the yang to her yin in Tim Walz, the hitherto unknown governor of Minnesota. He is white-haired and fat to her groomed and svelte, is a regular dad, a teacher and a gun owner, who does rural stuff like ice fishing which really isn’t Kamala’s bag. He channels, according to our columnist Sarah Baxter, the favourite uncle vibe. If Kamala has wrapped up the pantsuit vote (that’s an actual group), Walz has something of Bernie Sanders’s youth appeal without his genuine radicalism.
And so we proceed towards the coronation of Kamala at the Democratic Convention in Chicago in a month’s time, with Walz as consort. She can be regal, he can play rough. His big achievement to date has been to identify the Trump-Vance ticket as “weird”, which isn’t quite in the Ronald Reagan school of quips but serves in this campaign as a wounding slur, though it does invite the playground riposte: “I’m weird? You’re weird!”
