President Cackle
We have all seen her and the idiomatic cackle. It is so haunting that it is difficult to forget. It is absolutely nightmarish. In fact, the cackle has become her hallmark and very calling card.
And, likely soon, she will formally become our 47th president.
A cackle is a harsh, raucous sound made when laughing. It resembles the cry of a goose. The sharp manner recalls Shakespeare’s “crones that cackled of evil deeds.” The cackle often follows pain and destruction, to let you know that the villain is happy with his or her handiwork.
In other words, the cackle is pure arrogant pride.
Kamala Harris, for the moment junior to sleepy Joe Biden, the oldest president in the long American saga, is acting president. Within months, however, as many predicted, Joe will be declared unfit for office and pronounced medically senile. He will either step down, fall down, or be pushed down by his own party and she will assume the full title and be sworn in.
It is inevitable. The transition is already underway in full view for all to see.
In the Oval Office daily and taking calls from foreign heads of state, the cackler-in-chief is elbowing her way into complete and supreme power. She most certainly is not Joe’s nurse but the executive leader-in-waiting. In her black pantsuits behind the Resolute Desk, she obviously has adroitly positioned herself. Or perhaps it is more accurate to say someone else did so on her behalf, making her something of a puppet cackler. That somebody is Barack Obama, only Kamala’s most recent promoter.
“Fweedom” (and Other Fabrications)
Let’s look at her qualifications to be commander-in-chief, keeper of the secret codes and what they portend for these United States. We have had vice presidents accede to the presidency before, after illness or assassination. Most have proved to be weak, ineffective, and short-lived. A few made it on their own, but they are the exception rather than the rule. Think of Millard Fillmore, Chester Arthur, Andrew Johnson, or Gerald Ford.
Kamala Harris, the most left-wing senator in the entire U.S. Senate, was herself a candidate for the presidency against golden oldie Joe Biden way back in 2019.
She doggedly attacked him and his lackluster record, decrying his age, his judgment, his policies, and his groping of women. With around just one percent of the Democratic voters choosing her, she dropped out of the race only to resurface in the vice-presidential sweepstakes because a woman of color was seen as “desirable,” if not mandatory, so as to placate progressives. No actual qualifications necessary.
You have to admit Kamala Harris does have a strange pedigree. Actually, she is not African American, poor, or ghetto. But she does embody evil much like Scene 1 Act 4 of Macbeth: “Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt, and toe of frog, . . . Fire burn and cauldron bubble.”
Her father was a Jamaican Marxist economist who got a token placement at Stanford. He has admitted that his aristocratic family of some wealth actually owned slaves in the colonial era. After a few years, he divorced Kamala’s mother, whom he had met in the 1960s at radical Berkeley, an Indian of the highest Brahmin caste (the highest varna in Vedic Hinduism), who was a medical researcher. With her sister, they next fled to Montreal for her entire youth. In Canada, besides French, Kamala learned the anti-Americanism that defines her to this day. Her borrowed story about demanding “fweedom” as a toddler rings hollow.
Returning to all-black Howard University (the “Harvard of the Negro colleges” as it was once called), Harris became more involved in racial antipathy and protest. She came to see herself as a sort of victim. Returning to law school in California, she was soon ready for her big break.
Becoming 79 Comments to then-State Assembly Speaker Willie Brown, a married man 30 years her elder, Kamala sealed her political future and received jobs, promotions, and eventually ran for office herself in San Francisco, all with his full blessing and financing.
The overly ambitious star dropped him when she ran for state attorney general in order to avoid scandal. Winning a close race, she became not just a local favorite but gained national attention. After two controversial terms, she threw her hat in the ring to take over the seat of the retiring Democratic California senator, Barbara Boxer. With the support of the Obamas, Harris ascended one rung higher.
Untamed ambition is in her DNA; it flows through her veins and animates her being.
Hypocrisy and Dishonesty
A total hypocrite, Harris had her high point in the two Democratic primary debates where she performed swimmingly, largely because she tore into Joe Biden by insinuating he was a racist on the busing question decades ago. She told a moving story about her own school, which turns out was also fabricated—as her yearbook clearly shows.
Notably, the uber-woke slick pol said that she would be a “prosecutor president”—whatever that is. Perhaps she would fail to go after prison reform, more likely she would be an attacker in the endless culture wars upon which she thrives. Kamala Harris personifies identity politics gone wild.
The records show as California attorney general, Harris put more than 1,500, mostly poor, black and brown men in jail for smoking or possessing pot. But then she laughed about smoking weed in college while listening to Tupac Shakur, who, strangely, would not release his debut album for another five years. Oh, well, caught again in deceit.
Kamala Harris has built a monumental career out of hypocrisy and dishonesty. The soon-to-be president sets new low standards even for a politician. One thing she does consistently is to oppose the constitutional rights of individuals, on speech, on assembly, on bearing arms, on fair trials, on just about everything.
Kamala—and please pronounce her first name correctly or you will be in really big trouble—the now future president of the United States, a chief cackler well beyond the novice abilities of a Hillary Clinton or Nancy Pelosi, is—make no mistake—a woke authoritarian.
Her phoniness is fraudulence in spades. But her cackle? Pure evil.
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