The two juxtapose in interesting ways. Both are suggestive of extreme and unabashed fraudulence. Of the species of lying that’s so in-your-face it’s difficult for psychologically normal people to grasp the depth of it. Trump is certainly many things but there is a streak of authenticity that vibes with people. It manifests in his un-TelePrompter’d insults, which though perhaps boorish are at least . . . authentic. No one else writes his material. When Harris hasn’t got things to say written by other people she tends to laugh unnaturally while gesticulating strangely, in the manner of the kicking at the air of a dog just hit by a car.

Yep, there are differences in approaches, aren’t there?