For three nights, a joy approaching euphoria has coursed through the Democratic National Convention. I think the word I’ve heard most this week—more than “Harris,” “Trump,” or “Democrats”—is “vibes.” People say how good the vibes are, ask how the vibes seem, ruminate on how the vibes have shifted since Harris became the de facto nominee one month ago. And though the repetition might be cringe, it’s true: Everyone is feeling great.
But no one seems to be having as much fun as the nominee.

The election is a “fight for America’s future,” Kamala Harris said in her speech to the Democratic National Convention tonight. She painted a picture of what a second Trump presidency might look like: chaotic and dangerous. Donald Trump would take the country back, whereas she would take the country forward. “I will be a president who leads and listens, who is realistic, practical, and has common sense, and always fights for the American people,” she said.

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While the Democrats have been rallying their supporters in Chicago, Donald Trump has been posting. On his social-media site, Truth Social, he made anti-Semitic remarks about Pennsylvania Governor Josh Shapiro and falsely accused the Democrats of orchestrating a coup.

The journey to bring The Crow back to life has been as tortured as its immortal antihero. The original 1994 adaptation of the comic-book series, about a man who returns from the dead to hunt down his and his lover’s killers, became a cult classic for its moody tone and grungy noir look. The film also bore the weight of an on-set tragedy: Its star, Brandon Lee, died after being shot by a malfunctioning prop gun. (He’d completed enough work for the movie to be finished in postproduction.

Geoff Duncan served as the Republican lieutenant governor of Georgia, and with his conservative suits, power ties, and neatly coiffed hair, he looks the part. But last night at the Democratic National Convention, he delivered an impassioned plea for Kamala Harris’s presidential campaign.
“Let’s get the hard part out of the way: I am a Republican. But tonight I stand here as an American—an American that cares more about the future of this country than the future of Donald Trump,” he said.

She’s everything. He’s just Doug.
Don’t take it from me—that’s his official title. Here at the United Center in Chicago, state delegates at the Democratic National Convention are given placards to wave during the speeches. The first night was dominated by We Love Joe and Union Yes!, interspersed with the campaign’s battle-cry: We Fight, We Win.
For the speech by the second gentleman, however, the signs simply read DOUG.

Listening to Barack Obama at the Democratic National Convention last night was like stumbling upon a man from another time. His evocation of the importance, the centrality even, of searching for humanity in our fellow Americans, particularly those on the far side of our partisan divide, was moving because it felt so foreign.
“Mutual respect has to be part of our message,” he said.