When historians look back at 2020 for some sort of title that sums up the year, “You Reap What You Sow” should be high on their list.

In this case, Elizabeth Warren’s karma is such that, after her January lie (and collusion with CNN) about Bernie being the sort of misogynist that believes a woman can’t be president (in spite of easy YouTube searches showing him tell little girls over 30 years ago that they can be president or anything else), she’s had the Identity Politics Poison delivered to her: Sorry, Pocahantas, you may be 1/2,456,789th Native American, but you ain’t black and in order to heal our collective wounds of Systemic racism so deep you can dig a hole to Bolivia and still not uproot it all, well, we simply need a black vice president (because a black president wasn’t quite good enough!).

It’s the sort of funny that’ll lead to a one-way, rubber-suit-encapsulated ride to the loony bin if ya cackle too long, but cackle I will for watching karma claim another victim in the death march of the Democratic Party does have a certain schaudenfraude to it, doesn’t it?

None of that is to excuse bow-out Bernie and his boner for his “good friend, Joe,” but hey, karma has an especially cruel streak this political season and, on a bigger picture, for the American Experience.

As another responder wrote, Wetiko is at play and, well, it dances around the fire in an apocalyptic glee. One can only eagerly anticipate what it has in store for King Donald and his Doomsday Dimblerods, but I suspect his comeuppance may come later on in this morbid 2020 mortality, er, morality tale.

Great work as usual, Lauren!