Friday, 15 November 2024

LIBBY EMMONS: We all had a bully like Kamala Harris


Is there a real Kamala Harris? Or is she like those evil girls in Heathers or the Plastics of Mean Girls?

There's nothing worse than a bunch of mean girls. In middle school, in high school, in the workplace, they all team up to belittle, insult and demean. And while brat may be the fashion of the season, no one really likes a mean girl, and mean girl is what Kamala Harris and her euphoric vibe campaign give most. 

Out on the debate stage on Tuesday night, what came across most was her smirk, her attitude, and her refusal to answer questions with any substance. Her supporters speak about her policies, which essentially all amount to "she's not Trump." Harris supporting MSNBC pundits say that not only is Trump "despicable," but so are all his supporters. Former House Speaker Nancy Pelosi has even said that Trump supporters are, in the main, so sexist and racist that they can't even be considered to be a relevant part of the voting public. The Democrats hate Trump supporters, think the Republican Party should entirely do away with MAGA and now RFK Jrs' MAHA, and because they are just so mean, they have absolutely no problem saying it, whether on stages or on live TV.

Harris doesn't have original thoughts, she repeats herself while her supporters say she doesn't. She contradicts herself and demands everyone believe the brand new thing that spilled from her mouth 5 seconds ago instead of comments she made when she first sought the office she's vying for now, in the 2020 Democratic primary. Holding up her policy positions today on guns, fracking, socialized health care, border security against her views on those issues just five years ago is enough to give a voter whiplash. Will the real Kamala Harris please stand up? Is there a real Kamala Harris? Or is she like those evil girls in Heathers or the Plastics of Mean Girls?

If Kamala's campaign is running on vibes, if they don't want to be judged on policy proposals or her recent record in the White House or in the Senate, if they don't want her to be held accountable to comments she said back when she first embarked on a presidential run in 2019 and actually took interviews and answered questions, then perhaps vibe is that on which she should be judged. Let's give it a try.

When Kamala hopped to the top of the ticket, it was at the expense of her boss Joe Biden. He departed the presidential race with a post on X, shortly after he endorsed her—again in a post on X—and how has she treated him since? She's let him take the fall for any bad decisions made and otherwise entirely ignored him, his legacy, or her complicity in those bad decisions. Problems with the border? Joe's fault. Service men and women killed in Afghanistan? Joe's fault. When she was asked on the debate stage directly about the man who chose her to be his running mate, who got her into that White House she coveted so much, she deflected, blamed Trump, pretended he didn't exist. 

I think we all know what it feels like when mean girls pretend you don't exist. When their eyes scan past you in the hallways at school, when they cut in front of you at the lunch line like you're not even there. I can't be the only one among us who was a middle school reject and gets those same popular girl vibes from Ms. Harris. Speaking of which, on multiple occasions, Kamala has chosen to speak at private events for her sorority sisters rather than do the job of the people. She goes out there claiming that she has only ever had one client, the American people, yet, when it comes right down to it and she has to choose between doing the work for the people and chilling with her sisters, she chose her sisters. 

She skipped a meeting with Israeli President Benjamin Netanyahu to give a speech to her girls instead. As she received the accolades, Netanyahu was making the case for the very existence of his nation to Congress. Kamala couldn't be bothered, she had more important things to do. Good vibes for her pals, not so much for the rest of us. And what was the media response when Trump called her out for attending a "sorority party" instead of doing her job? Ahem, we were told by the press, that wasn't a party, it was a "speaking engagement." 

Kamala's given one interview and it was to her pal Dana Bash on CNN where she didn't even have to talk for the whole time because she was allowed to bring along her running mate date Tim Walz. Mean girls never show up to a party alone. She hasn't held a single press conference because she just doesn't think she has to be accountable to the press, the fourth estate, for her views or positions or anything other than her vibe. As for the one and only debate the candidates will have before the rapidly approaching November contest, she refused to have it on any network than ABC, headed by her best friend, with one of her own sorority sisters for a moderator.

While she was up there, under the specially positioned cameras and lights designed to aid her appearance as a powerful woman replete with vibe chic, she lied about her opponent. She indulged in the spreading of rumors and falsehoods, she made claims about things he's said that were not true, she misrepresented his positions and his affiliations at length, and at no point did her sorority sister or the simping toady who accompanied her in the job of moderation fact check or call out those lies. That was left to her opposing candidate, who had not only to answer the questions posed to him in his allotted two minutes, but to speak up for himself against the orgy of gossip and rumor levied by Ms. Harris. 

This is the ultimate in mean girl behavior: spreading lies and rumors about someone else, someone you think you're better than, for the sole purpose of making them appear to be lesser and untouchable. Maybe you never experienced it in your youth, but the mean girl impulse to lie, belittle, demean and humiliate the rejects definitely has its own vibe, and it's not in the least pretty. This is the vibe Kamala gives off to me, that of a mean girl with a steely glint in her eye, lips coated in lies, and a laugh meant to put each of us in our place, somewhere well below the sole of her unsullied Converse All-Stars.

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