“Qué Mala” Harris

We’ve had liars, philanderers, warmongers, dementia-riddled, mean tweeters, the occasional thief, maybe even a murderer!  But “Qué Mala” may take the cake . . . well, except for the possible murderer, of course.

None of us is an Einstein or a war hero or even a billionaire, but I, at least, know what I don’t know!  It’s quite evident that Kamala Harris isn’t the brightest bulb, but I think it’s worse than that.  I think Kamala is too dumb to know that she’s dumb!  She enjoys no self-awareness at all.

They love me!!!

With a mountain of evidence that she was universally disliked before the Democrat powers-that-be pulled off their coup and showed good, old Joe the door, Kamala doesn’t seem to have a clue.  She prances out on those stages like we’re all so thrilled to see her.  In fact, when it dawns, on November 5th, I’m counting on the truth to come crashing in!

The most offensive thing about Kamala is that she is ridiculous.  I mean knee-slapping, mouth-dropping, ear-splitting ridiculous.  Sometimes I think that if I have to listen to another nasally “word salad” that that silly woman actually believes makes her sound intelligent, I’ll throw up.

But here’s the thing, we aren’t electing a Sunday dinner guest.  We aren’t electing a spiritual advisor.  We aren’t electing an entertainer.  We’re not even electing a public speaker.  We’re electing someone who is tough enough to turn around an absolute disaster of a four-year presidential administration.  It’s simple.  America can’t do this anymore!

One candidate runs things, builds things, pays for things, restores things, saves things.  The other has accomplished exactly nothing, except to have chosen the right married boyfriend early on.  Willie Brown introduced her to political power brokers and financiers.  He bought her nice gifts — like cars — and took her to fancy parties.  And he backed her first attempts at public office.  I think there’s a word for that  . . .

Another word for it is “cheating,” something at which Kamala may excel.  This week, I read an article in Business & Politics Review about the Legal Education Opportunity Program (LEOP) that Kamala used to help her through law school.  The program was offered to “approximately 50 high-achieving students each year  . . . who have experienced major life hurdles, such as educational disadvantage, economic hardship, or disability”

Wow, that’s impressive, right?  Well, it would be except that Kamala wasn’t a poor little Black kid, attending inner-city schools on crutches.  She was never bussed, never worried about her next meal.  She was the very privileged child of a Stanford professor of economics and a cancer researcher at Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory, and she attended private schools.

In fact, her mother was of the highest East Indian caste, a Brahmin, and her father’s family were supposedly descendants of Hamilton Brown, a wealthy landowner in Jamaica who owned about 1,200 slaves.  Kamala’s father attended university in Jamaica, England and the United States, retiring as a professor emeritus at Stanford.  We should all be so under-privileged.

So, don’t sit around and wonder why no one liked Kamala until they had no choice.  Kamala has Texas two-stepped her way through life, earning nothing but taking one hell of a lotBiden fell flat on his face, and nobody could figure out how to get their paws on Joe’s campaign money without having to take Kamala in the bargain.  Voilá!  Kamala stumbled into yet another position for which she is completely unqualified.

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