Can you feel the excitement? Can you sense something in the air? Kamala is back, and it’s pretty clear that she’s got her sights set on the 2028 Democratic nomination. With her new book and her promotional campaign, she’s out there talking to a wide variety of Democratic sycophants, suck-ups, and toe-slurps in the regime media – but I repeat myself – as she makes her case for a second act. Her case’s theme is that 2024 wasn’t her fault, and she’s not going to make the same mistakes she refuses to take responsibility for again in 2028.

I say, let’s climb onto this runaway train before it leaves the station. All aboard with Kamala Harris as the Democrat nominee in 2028!

Now, you may think, “Hey, fat chance Kamala Harris can beat donkey heavyweights like JB Pritzker,” but don’t underestimate her. Well, it’s actually impossible to underestimate her – our expectations for her were always low, but holy cow. Still, she’s got name recognition. Of course, so do such notable signs of the apocalypse as Dylan Mulvaney, Jay Jones, and, purely coincidentally, the Hawk Tuah Girl. The point is that most Americans know her name, and there’s a certain slice of the population that’s stupid enough to vote for anybody whose name they recognize. Fortunately for her, this demographic is known as “Democrats.”

Now, if you like the old Kamala Harris, you’re not going to be disappointed because there is no new Kamala Harris. This is the same old battered Yugo with a loose alternator belt that we saw sputter out at the side of the road in the 2020 campaign, towed back to the starting line after not so much as being buffed out and washed before being presented for another race. 

Her new book, “107 Days,” shows that she not only forgets nothing, but she’s learned nothing. It’s a litany of excuses, equivocations, and distractions, all designed to insulate her from accountability for her disastrous performance after President Eggplant soiled himself on the debate stage – figuratively and perhaps even literally – against Donald Trump. 

Of course, I haven’t read the book, but the good parts, such as they apparently are, have already been dissected in the press. When the regime media recoils in disgust at a Democrat’s product, you know it’s bad. This tome is less a memoir than an alibi. According to her ghostwriter, who apparently did her no favors, she was a victim of circumstances, the victim of dark forces conspiring against her, a hapless naïf trapped in a world she never made. But to escape responsibility for what she was ultimately responsible for – the Democrats’ disastrous defeat by President Donald J. Trump – she’s got to........

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