Kamala Harris has finally taken off the mask, and surprise, surprise: it turns out loyalty only goes so far when a book deal is on the table. Her upcoming memoir, “107,” reads more like a tell-all from a jilted running mate than a thoughtful reflection on service to the country. And let’s be honest here, nobody really expected grace or humility from the woman who built her political career with the subtlety of a wrecking ball and a cackle that could peel paint.
In the latest leaks from her memoir, Harris unloads on Joe Biden with the kind of righteous indignation you’d expect from someone trying to rewrite history before the dust has even settled. She accuses Biden of “recklessness” for running for reelection in 2024, claiming that the stakes were too high for such a decision to be driven by “ego” or “ambition.” That’s rich coming from the woman who stood by his side, said nothing publicly, and now wants a pat on the back for not pulling a Brutus.
But the knives come out sharper when she talks about the Biden White House. According to Harris, the West Wing let her twist in the wind while media and critics tore her apart for everything from her awkward laugh to her history as the queen of DEI tokenism. She gripes that the communications team didn’t defend her resume or speak up for her work, and even accuses Biden’s staff of feeding negative stories to the press. Let that sink in — she’s not just blaming “the media,” she’s going after her own administration.
It gets even juicier. She suggests that Biden’s aides grew more hostile as her approval ratings began to inch above his — as if that ever posed a real threat. Her argument? If she looked good, it would make him look good. She really believes that a strong Vice President Harris was somehow Biden’s saving grace, and that the White House failed to recognize it. The arrogance practically jumps off the page.
And yet, through all the backstabbing, Harris insists she stayed quiet out of duty to the country. She paints herself as the reluctant loyalist, biting her tongue while secretly worrying that Grandpa Joe might not be able to find his way off the stage, let alone through a second term.
But don’t worry, she assures us. If Biden had truly lost it, she would’ve said something. Apparently, we’re supposed to believe that Harris, the woman who rose to power on ambition and identity politics, would’ve sounded the alarm out of pure patriotism. Sure.
In the end, her book tries to balance criticism with just enough flattery to keep the base from turning on her entirely. But the damage is done. Kamala Harris is no longer playing backup. She’s setting the stage for her own future, and she’s doing it by throwing her old boss under the campaign bus.
So much for unity.
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