I actually do not like writing negatively about Kamala Harris. She is a zero, and I always fear I have wasted my readers’ time, an hour or two of my life, and some 2,000 precious English words every time she forces her way briefly into the public consciousness. Alas, one of the responsibilities I bear is to comment on matters of public concern. Somehow or other, she manages to slither in.
I despise her because she slept her way into public life. I know that Feminists and #MeToo phonies have given her a pass because she aligns with the Left, so they look the other way as to how she became a state-wide official. But I am a bit more honest.
I have lived in California more than thirty years, since 1987. Here is how it works here: The state is “gi-normous” (pronounced with “gigantic” as a prefix). It costs an enormous, enormous amount of money to gain name recognition in California. It is not like advertising in South Dakota or North Dakota, Iowa or even my beloved adopted Commonwealth of Kentucky. It just is not possible to gain name recognition here in a run for statewide office without a true personal mega-fortune or some other boost derived from personal celebrity or fame. Add to that the reality that Democrats have a monopoly on state office, a monopoly on the state’s main media, and that is how things here work. Even Bruce Jenner, or whatever he now calls himself, had to struggle for statewide name recognition during the recent Newsom Recall gambit. Do you recall?
Thus, Dianne Feinstein gained name recognition throughout the state by being mayor of San Francisco. Fair. To reiterate: despite my being a deep-red conservative with strong tinges of Ayn Rand libertarianism — but, for G-d’s sakes, don’t expect me to throw away my vote on a Libertarian Party candidate when a Trump is on the GOP ticket — it is perfectly fair that Dianne Feinstein has statewide name recognition. She indeed was mayor of one of the state’s two largest and predominant cities, is married to a gazillionaire, and that is why she can keep running for U.S. Senate and keep getting elected into her 90s even though the Democrats want her out as much as the Republicans do. She just has the name recognition that is so impossible otherwise to garner.
Gavin Newsom — the same. He likewise has been mayor of San Francisco. End of story. In this celebrity-awed state, where it is not about how good a leader you can be but whether you have statewide name recognition, it is a no-brainer — which soon will bring us to Kamala. Before Newsom — Jerry Brown, who already had been a former governor, was the son of a governor, and famously had dated Linda Ronstadt for those of you who like watching Robert O’Rourke of Texas roller skate.
On the Republican side, really — likewise it is what it is. Larry Elder, the conservative radio talk show host, got serious play during the recent Recall drive because, although lacking the money to gain statewide name recognition, he enjoys that fame because of his years on network talk radio and occasional appearances on TV. Before him, the last Republican to have a chance here was Arnold Schwarzenegger — and for the same reason: in a prior statewide Recall that succeeded, his name was known notoriously from movies. Other than those two, the only Republicans who even have had a remote chance at gaining statewide name recognition in recent years have been Carly Fiorina and Meg Whitman. Meg was a board member of Procter & Gamble and of General Motors. Previously she was president and CEO of Hewlett-Packard. So she spent $144 million of her own money in a mildly competitive losing race, if you call 54-41 percent “competitive.” Fiorina likewise was a gazillionaire who had been CEO of Hewlett-Packard, so she also gained some statewide name recognition, enabling her to lose a U.S. Senate race by “only” 52-42 percent to Barbara Boxer.
In such a state, playing by the rules of fairness and public morality, Kamala Harris never would have or could have gained statewide name recognition. She was not loaded with cash. She had no résumé or fame. But she slept her way into Democrat echelons by degrading herself as “arm candy” for Willie Brown — yes, yet another mayor of San Francisco — who rose to become the Huey Long, the Democrat political king-maker (and queen-maker) of California.
I am not wealthy, never was, don’t expect to be (unless you all start donating big money to my synagogue, Young Israel of Orange County — hint, hint). I don’t have statewide name recognition. But I am so very happy, satisfied beyond words with my lot in life. I would not trade my life with anyone else in the world. I have three daughters, one just at age 40. (Please don’t tell her I revealed her age because she is gorgeous, looks much younger, and takes after her mother — my non-elysian first wife before Ellen of blessed memor — who produced consistently gorgeous children.) That darling first daughter earned a law degree out of Columbia University law school, won Moot Court honors, practiced at a Top Ten national law firm, and now works at the Securities and Exchange Commission of the U.S. Department of Justice. My second is equally gorgeous — same mom — and has a passion for righteousness and caring, so became a high school teacher and soon was named the best high school teacher in all of New Zealand. (Yes, children never stop being aggravating.) Her name and face were plastered across billboards all over New Zealand, and their national Department of Education made her their role model in a nation-wide campaign aimed at persuading more talented and brilliant idealists to become high school teachers. She eventually returned to “The States” so she could speak English again, and she eventually became involved in non-clergy pastoral counseling at a prominent hospital. She also is an amazing artist. My third is equally gorgeous — same mom — and that one has a doctorate in psychology, also is a certified yogini (teaches yoga as a non-religious discipline), and has her own successful counseling practice. (Rounding out the Fab Four, I also have a boychik, who is a decade younger, so only now is making his mark, having graduated college Phi Beta Kappa and having been awarded academic awards at graduation by both the college’s department of philosophy and the department of European civilization. And, yes, his mom’s genes imparted favorable looks to him, too, for the superficially influenced.)
All my daughters “busted their chops,” if that expression can be applied to females also, to succeed in their aspirations and to get where they are today. Each and every comported herself with the highest level of morals and ethics to reach her respective goals. Not one of them attained achievements by sleeping with anyone. That is why, for me in a particularly intensive way, I have no respect for Kamala Harris. I prefer to believe in women who rise through their intellects and perseverance. Kamala slept with Willie, and Willie got her circulated around California Democrat circles. In a state where you simply cannot get statewide name recognition unless you are a movie or radio celebrity, a mayor of San Francisco, son of a governor who dates a prominent rock star, a bazillionaire CEO of a company that sells products found in every person’s home, or the like — Kamala overcame the system with, uh, somnambulance.
I reject that, OK? I cannot countenance that. I reared my girls to succeed a different way. As did my daughters, other girls in my congregation have grown over the years as success stories of their own also. In my world, girls do not sleep from the bottom to the top.
And, oh, did we mention that Willie was very publicly married through it all? His wife, the mother of his kids, was very bitter at the time, as evident from the famous comment she made about her, uh, competition. In the poetically immortal words of Blanche Brown, the ostensibly feckless wife: “Listen, she may have him at the moment, but come inauguration day and he’s up there on the platform being sworn in, I’ll be the b***h holding the Bible.” OK, maybe Blanche had some feck. But this Blanche did not benefit from the kindness of strangers.
Yes, once Kamala gained that boost to her political aspirations, she took it from there. So could have anyone else of reasonable competency — without first degrading themselves.
The thing is, for those of us who have been compelled to follow Kamala’s career ever since, we have learned this about her: In Kamala Harris’s entire head, she does not carry a single original thought. That does not mean she is stupid per se. She can speak English grammatically. She did finish a law school. She then failed the State Bar exam. By way of comparison, my daughter passed it on her first try. #MeToo. But Kamala’s hallmark response whenever she hears an actual idea, an original thought, is to freeze like the proverbial deer in headlights. She does not know what to do, what to say when someone asks her what she thinks about an idea. If you follow her very, very carefully, you find that she always falls back on one of these two memes — either …
… Or …
That is how the Woke speak when they don’t know what to say or think — all the more so, someone Woke who got there by first sleeping.
As a result, Kamala Harris repeatedly gets into major political trouble — truly again and again and again — by seeming to adopt another person’s wrong-headed position as her own when, in fact, she is not originally intelligent enough to adopt any idea. Someone throws an idea, a thought, at her — and she, for lack of anything to say and for terror of saying the wrong thing while the cameras are recording, says “Absolutely, yes — let’s have that conversation” or “Continue sharing Your Truth” … and, oh wow, now she is in trouble, a case of the willies.
Just consider these:
ITEM: As Kamala got a bit more spotlight during her disastrous 2020 presidential primaries, where she sank like an Acme anvil in a Warner Brothers cartoon, the public saw for the first time the ease with which she stumbles into that great Grand Canyon identified with the frontal lobe of her cerebrum. As a state attorney general she had prosecuted and imprisoned people for smoking marijuana. More than 1,560 people went to prison for marijuana offenses during that time. Yet, months later as a candidate for the Democrat presidential nomination in 2020, she saw that the Woke now brag about “smoking weed.” So, without thinking it through, she boldly told a radio interviewer that she had smoked lots of dope in college while she would listen to Snoop Dogg and Tupac. Predictably, she stumbled smack into an easily detectable lie — because, plain simple, no one ever had heard of either of those two later-famous rappers when she had been in college and law school during the 1980s. Both emerged a decade later. Look it up: Harris graduated from college in 1986 and from law school in 1989. Tupac released his debut album in 1991. Mr. Dogg emerged in 1992. She became a lawyer; she is a liar.
ITEM: When she saw that “Medicare for All” now was becoming de rigueur, a new policy that the Woke had to advocate during the Democrat primary season, she transmogrified on the issue overnight and made it a centerpiece of her Silly Putty presidential platform that simply copied-and-pasted from the others. In her trademark style, it never occurred to her to think through how to pay for it. As a result, when suddenly asked by a sympathetic interviewer, Jake Tapper at CNN, whether she consequently would be copacetic with the general American public now losing their private insurance, she just thoughtlessly came back with a nod: “Let’s eliminate all of that. Let’s move on.” Yes, why not? Let’s have that conversation. She later scrambled like crazy to walk that one back as her pollsters showed her she basically had blown away her primary chances with that one. Union workers, a key Democrat constituency before Trump, have negotiated away so much in lifetime pay and other valuable employee benefits just to win for themselves the exact health coverage she now was taking away from them.
Let’s move on.
ITEM: Uh, and do you agree with Elizabeth Warren, one of your Woke opponents in this primary, that we should break up Facebook?
ITEM: Do you agree with Bernie Sanders that imprisoned felons should vote?
KAMALA: “I think we should have that conversation.”
After almost every such encounter, the outcries she engenders by mindlessly agreeing with her questioners — the only thing she is capable of doing and ever will be capable of doing when caught by someone else’s original idea or thought as a political deer in headlights — ultimately lead her staff and her to scramble back in a frenzy, backing off her new positions days later. On abolishing private health insurance. On felons voting — well, maybe not the Boston Marathon bombers. In that way she really is, after all is said and done, a perfect fit for Biden, who has spent his entire career walking back almost everything he has said and voted earlier.
And now her foot is stuck in her mouth again.
ITEM: This past week, a Jew-hating Yemeni-Iranian college student at George Mason University spouted anti-Semitic bile against Israel, accusing the Jews of “ethnic genocide.” (If only words like “genocide” still had meaning! Think of Stalin’s Holodomor against Ukraine, the Turkish Medz Yeghern against Armenia, and of course Hitler’s Shoah Holocaust against the Jews. If only words still had meaning!)
KAMALA: “Your voice, your perspective, your experience, Your Truth should not be suppressed.”
Immediately, Israel supporters were expressing “shock” and “dismay.” Had Kamala, who had campaigned up and down California over the years as a supposed supporter of Israel and who had filmed the most idiotic, trite, and stupidly offensive Chanukah Greetings YouTube message ever recorded, turned on Israel? Rabbi David Wolpe of Sinai Temple in Southern California, tweeted: “Madame Vice President, the idea that Israel has committed ‘genocide’ against the Palestinians is not ‘someone’s truth,’ it is someone’s lie, whether they know it or not. And it is pernicious, destructive and should not be elided or ignored by the highest officials in the land.”
Soon, Harris’s office was doing their usual Kamalage (no typo) Control, reaching out to at least two pro-Israel organizations. However, in my own circles, we all knew she was not “wavering” in her “support for Israel.” She simply had been presented — most unfairly for someone so handicapped — with a new thought. She cannot handle ideas that her staff have not vetted for her. It almost is insensitive to expect someone so lacking to respond otherwise when put on the spot. So she spoke about “Your Truth,” went home thinking she had done great, and then was told that “Her Truth” once again had exposed how empty she is, bearing a cerebral vacuum as empty as all of Pluto, itself a void in the galaxy whether you regard Pluto as an authentic planet, a dwarf planet, or an impostor planet that does not quite measure up to other planets.
Ah, Pluto. A planet? Yet another conversation we should have. What’s Your Truth?