Yesterday Kamala Harris was named as the Democrat's choice for VP on the ticket headed by Joe Biden. All the pictures in the news show her smiling from ear to ear, like she's just won the lottery or something. That's just one way I'm different from her. I'd be wondering what's to be happy about.
Thanks to our 24-hour news cycle, Kamala's life is about to turn really bad. Her personal history will be picked apart like a turkey carcass the day after Thanksgiving. Pictures of her will appear worldwide, in every newspaper and on the internet. TV's talking heads and late-night comics will gleefully distort her every move; some will be flattering, others not. Soon enough her worst facial features will be exaggerated to portray her in political cartoons. She will become fodder for Twitter, Facebook, Tik-Tok, Instagram and every other crummy website and blog (like this one) where the masses, including those clueless unemployed basement-dwellers, will chew her up and spit her out.
No more late night partying for her! She'll have to wake up early every day, schlep out of bed and then sit still while someone does her hair and makeup, then dress up nice to attend meetings with stuffy old men like Joe Biden, who she will have to let smell her hair and squeeze her shoulders. Her DNC handlers will tell her what to say and how to say it, reminding her to smile, smile, smile, even when she doesn't feel well, like if her bunions hurt or she's battling symptoms of menopause -- she is after all 55. And of course she'll have to lie like a dog; that's a given.
All for what? Remind me. Oh right, if the Democrats win she can be trotted around the country like a prize show horse, attending county fairs and funerals of dignitaries, and fly off to long meetings with world leaders who are mostly other stodgy old men like Joe, but with accents. Worst of all, she'll have to live in Washington, D.C. where it's a long, hot summer for months on end and those daily afternoon thunderstorms are wicked. Plus the humidity makes your hair very frizzy.
Good luck Kamala! You're gonna need it.
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| Here's Kamala before she didn't have to look happy all the time. |
No more late night partying for her! She'll have to wake up early every day, schlep out of bed and then sit still while someone does her hair and makeup, then dress up nice to attend meetings with stuffy old men like Joe Biden, who she will have to let smell her hair and squeeze her shoulders. Her DNC handlers will tell her what to say and how to say it, reminding her to smile, smile, smile, even when she doesn't feel well, like if her bunions hurt or she's battling symptoms of menopause -- she is after all 55. And of course she'll have to lie like a dog; that's a given.
All for what? Remind me. Oh right, if the Democrats win she can be trotted around the country like a prize show horse, attending county fairs and funerals of dignitaries, and fly off to long meetings with world leaders who are mostly other stodgy old men like Joe, but with accents. Worst of all, she'll have to live in Washington, D.C. where it's a long, hot summer for months on end and those daily afternoon thunderstorms are wicked. Plus the humidity makes your hair very frizzy.
Good luck Kamala! You're gonna need it.
What a creative perspective LOL
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