JD Vance Refuses to Answer the Jan 20 Question. Here’s Why That’s Damning

During the 2024 VP debate against Governor Tim Walz, JD Vance was asked whether he believes Donald Trump won the 2020 Presidential Election (as Trump has consistently lied about since 2020).

Instead of answering this simple and direct question, Vance attempted to deflect to some issue of censorship. Tim Walz, to his credit, pointed out that Vance’s reply was a, “damning non-answer“. But the debate continued without additional push back.

That matter absolutely needs to be pushed back upon. Here’s why that’s important: Trust.

I don’t trust people that lie to me. In fact, most people do not trust liars. We certainly don’t entrust great power to liars. Or at least, most people are distrustful of known inveterate liars. Donald Trump, Vance’s running mate, has been lying about winning the 2020 election for four solid years. In the face of the evidence, and court rulings, and the video record on an event thay we all witnessed, Trump continues to spread what used to be called the “Big Lie”.

If you wish to do so,JD, by all means, support your guy. But don’t pretend he’s telling the truth. And don’t pretend that we don’t see the mental gymnastics you’re doing to try to support the deceptive lies he demands you tell for him while trying to appear like something other than a Trump zealot.

If you cannot simply state the fact that Joe Biden beat Donald Trump in 2020, then we must assume you support Trump’s lies, and maybe his criminality. That makes you unworthy of trust. It’s not about the word we use to describe Jan 6. It’s about demonstrating that we live in a shared reality where facts and the law matter. If you cannot acknowledge that, you are not to be trusted.

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