Dispatch from poolside along the Central California coast:
Kamala, Queen of Cringe, Empress of Embarrassment, is going “viral” right now, which is actually a perfect metaphor for her. Kamala is like a virulent spike protein of gain-of-function California-ism that’s now spreading across the country. Behind her retarded dances and demented cackle beats the heart of an agent of chaos and the final girlboss of American decline.
If America is to be given her final coup de grâce, make no mistake—it will come at her hands. After all, she was one of the original authors of California’s controlled demolition—and the prime architect behind its terminal illness. California used to be the pinnace of the country, economically and culturally. It was the “America of America”—just as all foreigners want to come to America, all Americans (used to) want to go to California.
Tragically, that has changed. The golden age of this state was smashed, thanks to Kalifornia Kween Kamala and her dirty-dealing Chicago handler, Barack Obama. All of the pathologies she helped usher in to my home state—sanctuary for criminal illegals and pedophiles, out of control crime, looting, rampant drug use, filth, economic apocalypse for small businesses and commercial real estate, increased poverty, student test score cratering, and so many other nightmares—are on the way to all 50 states if she wins.
Kamala Harris is the female Gavin Newsom. She was San Francisco District Attorney from 2004 to 2011. She was Attorney General of California from 2011-2017. Then she was California Senator from 2017-2021. She was the single most powerful politicians in California for almost the last 20 years after Pelosi and Newsom.
There is no vaccine for the novel diseased ideology she carries. It’s not quite stock university-style student Marxism or Communism. It is a particularly dangerous strand that has a “global south” mentality—if they had a slogan it would be “BiPOC Uber Alles.” Great replacement? In California, that’s not a theory or a conspiracy theory. It’s history. It’s what happened. It’s not happening; it’s over. And now she’s taking her show on the road. If you resist, if you are not With Her, you are going to feel the pain.
She the lord of the ruins. The queen of chaos. The maven of mayhem. And what the hysterical white women in pussy hats jumping on the Kamala train don’t know they are boarding cattle cars to the human zoo.
But I know how we can beat her. And beat her we must!
Read on if you want to live!
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