Goodbye, Kamala. We hardly knew ya. Your lifelong career of failing upwards ends now.

Who are you Kamala? How did you get here? What have you achieved? What is your burning desire? Why did you waste the time, energy and goodwill of earnest Americans when you had no point in being here?

I’ve seen no pudendum-hatted protests or Antifa bonfires on the streets of Manhattan since Trump was elected our grateful nation’s 47th President. I could hear bits and bobs of conversations but not much in the way of unhinged kvetching. Rather, that childish behavior seems to be occurring by proxy on late-night TV via the formerly comedic likes of Jimmy Kimmel and Stephen Colbert.

Having not learned a thing from this election, the media-entertainment-censorship complex remains Trump-deranged, wondering when Trump is going to launch the internment camps and put pompous MSDNC pundits in prison. Meanwhile, the average Democrat New Yorker is just refreshingly quiet. They got so thoroughly thumped on Election Night that there's not much to say.

New Yorkers know that the coronation of the untested, unvetted Kamala Harris without a primary process was a desperate Hail Mary pass after the cognitively impaired “Trump Killer,” Joe Biden, floundered aimlessly for years. Honest Democrats are not surprised that America rejected Harris’s policy-light “vibes” campaign or that she did not outperform Joe Biden in one county, let alone one state.

They know that Harris can't sincerely claim racism or sexism for her dismal failure because she underperformed Biden, Hillary, and Obama with black men and women, Hispanic men and women, and Asian men and women. One in three “voters of color” chose Trump.

Harris won the women vote, but the bogeyman Trump gained with women by two percentage points. It’s clear: women are not a monolith focused on abortion up to and including birth. Women also consider as “threats” the Democrat-engendered broken border, violent crime, fentanyl crisis, inflation, boys in girls' bathrooms, and boys in girls' sports.

Harris can’t blame media for her catastrophic loss since Democrats control most of the press, which acted as her propaganda arm despite her transparent failings as a candidate. She can’t blame donors since she had the highest money grab of any political candidate in American history. She can’t blame her censorship and lawfare pals in Big Government and Big Tech since they tilted the scales entirely in her favor, making it nearly impossible to find positive news about Trump, let alone negative news about her.

If Harris were at least self-reflective––which she is not––she would blame herself. She refused to go on Joe Rogan, snubbing her nose at the 60 million potential voters––mostly male––who would have tuned in. She rushed the one short Fox interview she did with Bret Baier. She should have done ten of those with a variety of hosts. She refused to do a press conference, let alone a rigorous one sans teleprompter and scripted questions she knew in advance. She mainly did softball interviews on home-team shows like The View, which she still managed to screw up––preposterously saying that she would not change one policy from the Biden-Harris Administration that left so many Americans suffering needlessly.

In the end, America did not like her. They thought she lacked courage and authenticity. Worse still, they had no clue who she was. Her agenda was opaque, leaving Americans to fill in their worst fears. After she renounced almost all her signature positions from her first presidential run in 2019––Banning Fracking, Defunding the Police, Medicare for All, government-paid sex change surgery for minors, treating illegal immigration as a misdemeanor––she lost the fervent support of the Sanders Socialists who would have been her most natural and devoted cohort. Many of them did not vote at all or held their noses and voted for the populist Trump.

After her absurdly expensive cosplay candidacy, one has to ask: Who are you, Kamala Harris? How did you get here? What have you achieved? What is your burning desire? Why did you waste the time, energy, and goodwill of earnest Americans when you had no point in being on the national stage? Ego? Vanity? What, girl, what?

Kamala Harris reminds me of a wedding crasher or designated mourner who expects to be treated like an intimate family member. Americans understood another political person of color, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. He had a burning desire that was righteous, infectious, and just. He was a fighter but through nonviolence. He was competent, eloquent, and strategic. Americans respect persons who’ve courageously and thoughtfully earned their status. King demanded a seat at the table, and he rightly got it because he did the work. Kamala has learned nothing from her life in the public sector. She was given everything because of her “identity,” not from demonstrable talent. She is the simulacrum politician of this simulacrum era of social media fantasy. Her lifelong career of failing upward ends now.

Donald Trump had a decades-long burning desire to make America respected again on the world stage, to stop the abuse of our generosity by mercantilists here and abroad, to maintain strong borders, and to protect America’s forgotten working class. Many people didn’t like Trump’s loud, brash New York style, but they knew where he stood and that he got important things done quickly and with aplomb.

Where does Kamala Harris firmly stand? On anything? To call her Chauncey the Gardener, as I have, is not the whole story. She’s too unaware even to get the reference.

Obama had an invented persona, too. He didn’t stand for any policy deep in his heart. Heck, it’s not clear he even liked most Americans, many of whom he described as clinging “to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them .. to explain their frustrations."

But he was exotic: Kenyan and Kansan; raised in Hawaii, mentored in Chicago; Occidental College, then Columbia, then Harvard Law.; quietly bisexual, snorted coke. He perfected the mixed-race identity schtick that Kamala subsequently stole.

A keen student of centuries-long Democratic prejudice, Obama knew what radical chic elites wanted to see and hear in their pet minority candidates. As he openly admitted in two memoirs—Hillary is on her 30th—Obama played right to the projection. White liberals swooned.

Kamala has no such talent, though she is also exotic––Indian, Irish-Jamaican, and who knows what else––and a woman. Like Obama, she also feels aloof, but engineered like some poorly programmed AI bot with histrionic personality disorder. She smiles when she shouldn’t. She cackles mindlessly. She talks in infantile language or overdramatic pablum with no facts to back up her outlandish claims. She acts like she just discovered fire when riffing on the most banal subject. She’s odd, vague, and incompetent.

I feared voters wouldn’t be able to wade through the left’s relentless propaganda, censorship, and disinformation in order to do the right and necessary thing. But they did. Voters of all stripes saw Harris for who she was long before Election Night. They realized she had no empirically tested plan to solve anything: the broken border, Bidenflation, the war in Ukraine, crime, kid castration, you name it. She thought that if she merely merged the identity of Hillary with Obama, then––presto!––the ensuing cocktail would inspire voters to love her. They did not.

Democratic insiders claim that Harris will try to run again. One prays for her sake and ours that she doesn’t. Instead, it would serve Ms. Harris to work in the business world, learn a bit about finance and investing and much more about public policy and how the other side thinks. Heck, maybe she could even develop an identity all her own instead of adjusting her accent, tone, and demeanor to the crowd. Then she should consider moving back to her “middle-class” home … in Canada.

Goodbye Kamala. We hardly knew ya.