If Kamala Harris had not been so awe-inspiring in her delusional self-confidence to try to play president, I’m not sure we would be at the dawn of a second Trump term. So for her ego this year, I am eternally grateful.
A favorite mental exercise of mine since Inauguration Day 2021 was anticipating what Democrats were going to do in less than four years when faced with the choice of either running Joe Biden again or attempting to force feed Kamala Harris to voters. It wasn’t a false dilemma. Barring a public statement from Kamala that she had no interest in being the 2024 Democrat nominee, then either Biden, with the indispensable benefit of incumbency, would have to run again, or it was going to be her — a person even the media knew was a joke. I wrote about this exact problem Democrats had a year ago and again two years before that.
Unfortunately for Democrats, Kamala actually thought she could do it. Despite having already run for president once and flaming out in spectacular fashion, she believed there was a shortcut this time. Not that anyone can blame her. The national media heard its calling and stepped up in a way they never have before. They lied, manipulated, and deceived like their livelihoods depended on it. (In fairness, they did.) But it took an extra special something for Kamala to truly believe she was capable of pulling this off.
The table was set ever so sterile for her to say in a nationally televised interview something like, “The president chose me as his running mate in 2020 and I’m either executing that same role again or I won’t be on the ticket at all.” Rep. Nancy Pelosi nudged her in that direction after Biden withdrew from the race by suggesting there should be a truncated primary for the party to choose a new nominee. But Kamala sincerely believed she was what America wanted — a Mommala president.
Wow. Imagine being literally the most unpopular vice president ever and deciding it’s time to take a step up. Fascinating.
She did it, though. She shoved her elbow into her boss’s ribs and took off in a sprint. She ran the track and stopped for a finish line photo without realizing she’d been lapped twice over.
Kamala is the worst kind of politician. Bad ones have bad policy ideas, but they at least have ideas. Kamala is below that. She has no ideas, which is why she was able to abandon every extreme position she had just three years ago without a flicker of meaningful explanation. In place of ideas, she has self-admiration.
She brought so much along for the ride: her husband “Doug,” who was accused of a violent assault of a woman; Beyoncé, who never performed for her, after the media spread the lie she would; Oprah, whose company got $1 million for an endorsement; she even got Liz and Dick Cheney to show!
None of it can be described as an embarrassment or humiliation, even in defeat. An asteroid floating through space doesn’t feel shame, even after slamming into a celestial body and disintegrating. Kamala doesn’t have that capacity. She has her sense of self, and it’s too big for other concepts.
But that’s why we’re here and Donald Trump will be president again. If not for Kamala, this probably would have turned out in a different way. That’s why I’m thankful that she did what she did and she is what she is.
