But We Were Right!! - Kamala Harris And The Unravelling Of An Arrogant Vision

Kamala Harris hasn't been seen or heard from for days, ever since her belated congratulations to President Donald Trump and her Wha' Happened address to the nation.  All her plans for redecorating the Oval Office, filling the Cabinet with wonderfully black and brown Americans, standing tall and proud as the first black woman ever to sit in the White House, have gone down the drain in an unceremonious flushing. 

The election wasn't even close, for had it been, she could have protested, contested, and demanded attention. She did not even win the popular vote as Hillary had done and claim that she was 'America's real President'.  No, she had won nothing, lost everything in a landslide, and was so unpopular that she dragged everyone down-ticket with her.  The White House, The Senate, The House, and The Supreme Court are now in the hands of Republicans for the foreseeable future. 

Luckily the Vice-Presidential residence is two miles from the White House, and she can hide out up there, huddled with her advisors, faced with the task of helping Joe out with the transition; and he, the old fool, has opened his doors wide to the imposter, said he hoped for a seamless, orderly, and respectful transfer of power and bumbled on from room to room still wondering whether or not this meant he was still President. 

But Kamala is a relatively young woman in full possession of her faculties, beaten, wronged, and dismissed like so much flotsam, drifting here and there with no future to speak of.  The leader of the Democratic Party, the usual honorary post granted to their candidate for President?  Hardly. She was a dismal failure, an airy, vacuous woman of insignificant substance, thrown up just as Old Joe was thrown under the bus - and this is what her friends said about her! Imagine the rest of the country which of course is not hard to do since so many Americans found her fey message just as empty and airless as the candidate herself. 

 

What's a woman to do?', Kamala said, ironically reprising a Fifties ad for labor-saving floor wax, and considered her options - professor at UCLA was a possibility, but the Board of Regents, as fully supportive of her candidacy as any, wanted no part of a woman who would remind everyone of the complete and utter failure of her liberal agenda. 

The leader of a new political action committee, a Washington version of The View, the television gaggle of sour, angry women, but with a heart, was a thought, but most of the members of her progressive claque had gone running for the exits. Or fade away like Sarah Palin did, making a few waves at first, then retiring back to whatever glacier she came from.  A Hobson's choice at best, but I need to do something, she said. 

The biggest hurdle to jump was going to meet Trump at the White House during the transition.  How could she possibly gin up what it would take to meet that madman, that vile, scurrilous creature who had the gall, the audacity, the sheer chutzpah to beat her - her! a woman of color, dignity, and presence. She would have to touch him, shake that scabrous, scaly hand.  How could she? And the image of her with that man would go viral and bring back to all her supporters the sickening feeling of defeat.  No, she would refuse to shake his hand or go anywhere near him, and keep social distance. 

All of official Democratic Washington was in the same torturous bind, like sheets wound up and tangled in the dryer, impossible to fold neatly.  They to a man, refused to accept the fact that they and their unappetizing agenda had been defeated.  It was the infection of a demonic, soulless imposter that did it.  His racism, misogyny, and homophobia was responsible.  His supporters knee-jerked him back into office with fascist oppression and hatred.  It wasn't the progressive vision that was defeated - the upright, noble, and historically proven vision of the Left.  It was the maniacal distorted vision of the MAGA, deep-stage, congenitally retarded that was responsible. 

'La Lucha Continua', Kamala's supporters yelled to the midnight sky.  The fight against ignorance, hatred, and prejudice must never end, a howl at the moon, however, for they - the young women who had been so energized, touched, and blessed by the Vice-President - had no clue about the rancid death of Communism after Che Guevara, Castro, and the Soviet Union.  No one should want what these faux saviors were selling, let alone now. 

In fact the whole world was turning its back on the tired, faded, discredited and hopelessly idealistic ideas of the progressive Left.  The new world heroes were Giorgia Meloni of Italy, Javier Milei of Argentina, Marion Marechal of France, Geert Wilders of the Netherlands, and Viktor Orban of Hungary among others - all staunch conservatives who have vocally and loudly rejected the neo-Socialist cant of the rest of Europe and the Americas. 

Yet despite the evidence, the American progressive Left of Kamala Harris, still believe in the absolute, irremediable rightness of their vision. It will only be a matter of time before compassion, inclusion, diversity, and equity returns. 

Kamala squirmed in her seat in the Oval Office as Joe led the room in a discussion of the transition.  Every eye was turned to the ceiling rather than have to look at her, the woman who threw poor Joe under the bus, who assumed the candidacy through arrogation rather than process, who ran an empty, vaporous campaign, and who had not one clue about any of it. 

Outside in Lafayette Square a thousand chanting, delirious Trump supporters had gathered, all wearing MAGA hats, holding up posters of the famous 'Iwo Jima' photograph of the wounded Donald Trump raising his fist in defiance, and waving American flags.  Kamala heard the shouts and cringed.  The election wasn't a week old and she had to hear these wackos not a hundred yards from the White House. It was hard to pay attention to what Joe was saying. 

Fingers were pointed everywhere except where they should have been.  The gobsmacked Left said it was Joe's fault for not quitting earlier, Obama's for propping him up, Kamala's for orchestrating the coup, and most of all the tone-deaf idolaters of Madame's campaign staff.  Keep up the 'I am a proud black woman' meme, they said, and the rest will take care of itself; but out there Americans were concerned about inflation, paychecks, the border, and the onslaught of twisted woke ideas; and cared little about the lady's tricked out black identity. 

None of these progressive fools even looked at the radically liberal message itself.  A message no one except the coastal elites wanted to hear; a message rejected in Europe; a message with no currency, with no promise, and certainly no traction. 

The Left had branded Donald Trump as the spawn of the Devil for almost a decade, a Hitlerian clone, a Fascist autocrat, a cheap tout, a pimp, a ravisher, and an insurrectionist.  They had tried everything to get rid of him - impeachment, lawfare, media hammering, non-stop hectoring and ad hominem assaults - and nothing had worked.  Not only was the man still standing, but he was President Elect.  How did that happen?  What did it mean?

The answer to just about everyone but them was clear - what the Left was proposing, espousing, and promoting was sheer, unadorned nonsense.  

Most conservatives have once and for all stopped calling liberals 'progressives', for nothing in their bag of tricks was at all forward-looking or promising. They were Utopian idealists at best, who had been shown the door and who wouldn't be back for a long, long time.