Kamala’s Long Game: One Foot in the Tent, One Hand on the Handcuffs
Everyone sees a phone call to a socialist. I see a prosecutor empaneling her jury.
The word on the street is Harris is running in 2028. She’s ringing the democratic socialists, she’s leading the field by double digits, she’s been through the meat grinder once already, and she’s quietly told us exactly what her ace is. There’s just one problem: Newsom’s reaching for the same ace. Welcome to the retribution arms race.
G’day legends.
So the word out of Washington this week, courtesy of an Axios scoop that landed on 1 July, is that Kamala Harris has been working the phones. And not the donor-class phones. She rang Zohran Mamdani. The democratic socialist Mayor of New York City. The bloke the entire Democratic establishment spent 2025 clutching their pearls over.
They’ve apparently been texting for months. She called him last Thursday for a proper yarn about the future of the Democratic Party, with a longer conversation planned. And here’s the detail that tells you everything: the call came 2 days after Mamdani-endorsed candidates swept 3 congressional primaries in New York City and knocked off 2 sitting Democratic incumbents.
2 days. Coincidence, my arse. That’s a weathervane swinging so hard it nearly took the fucking roof off.
And it’s not just Mamdani. Harris met AOC back in April at a Black women’s empowerment summit in Chicago. She’s been holding closed-door meetings with pro-Palestinian activists, including a co-founder of the Uncommitted Movement, the mob that spent 2024 refusing to endorse her over Gaza. Mamdani confirmed the outreach on radio this week: yes, she reached out, yes they’ve been in touch for months, yes he appreciates it.
The former VP is putting one foot in the tent. And I reckon everyone analysing this move is reading it about 2 layers too shallow. Stick with me.
THE SEASONED WARRIOR NOBODY’S GIVING CREDIT
Let’s start with something the commentariat keeps getting arse-backwards: the idea that Harris is damaged goods because she lost in 2024.
Have a look at the club she’s actually in. The number of living Americans who have carried a major-party presidential nomination into a general election fits in a booth at your local RSL. And the graveyard of the one-and-done is crowded: Gore, Hillary, Kerry, McCain, Romney, Dukakis, Mondale. One shot, gone, straight to the speaking circuit and the sad memoir.
Getting a second swing is rarer than an honest bloke at Mar-a-Lardo. In the modern era, exactly one person has lost a presidential general election and come back to win the whole thing: Richard Nixon, flogged in 1960, President-elect in 1968. Before Trump, the only president ever to lose the White House and take it back was Grover Cleveland in 1892. That’s the whole list. Harris isn’t trying to join a club. She’s trying to join a rounding error.
THE ONLY PRECEDENT: September 1960: Nixon getting done on live telly. November 1968: President-elect. The flogging is survivable. Ask the sweaty bloke on the right.
And the thing about her loss that nobody wants to say plainly: she got thrown into the deep end with ankle weights on. The party spent 2 years dithering around Biden before admitting the poor bugger wasn’t going to make it. When they finally pulled the pin, Harris got 107 days. No primary. No runway. No mandate of her own. Strapped to an administration voters had already marked down, defending a record she didn’t build, against an opponent who’d been campaigning since the fucking Pleistocene.
The Democrats made an okay call in 2020. They threw anything at the wall that could get over the line and beat Trump, and it worked. Their great mistake wasn’t running Biden. It was not ending his presidency 2 years in, when everyone with functioning eyeballs could see the writing on the wall. Harris paid the bill for that cowardice.
But the flip side is the bit that matters for 2028: she’s been through the fire. Baptism doesn’t begin to cover it. Sink or swim, real fucking quick, under the brightest lights on Earth, with the whole apparatus of MAGA and half her own party’s donor class taking free kicks at her. Newsom has never stood in that ring. Buttigieg has never stood in that ring. AOC has never stood in that ring. Harris has taken the full 12 rounds, and she’s still standing, and she knows precisely where every trapdoor on that stage is located, because she’s already fallen through most of the bastards.
That’s not damaged goods. That’s a seasoned fucking warrior. And seasoned warriors don’t ring democratic socialists for a chat about the weather.
THE TRUTH TELLER DIVIDEND
Remember Vienna? Three weeks back we gave you the full rundown when Harris stood up at the Austrian World Summit and read the corrupt orange bastard his last rites. If you missed it, watch her do it in her own words:
WATCH: Harris in Vienna. “The most callous, corrupt, and incompetent presidential administration America’s ever experienced.” Caption: No notes. No teleprompter. No mercy.
No notes. No hedging. On a foreign stage, on the record, with a straight face. And in the same panel she pointed out that predicting this administration’s behaviour required no crystal ball whatsoever, because the man told everyone what he’d do. Including that he’d sic the Department of Justice on his political enemies. She doesn’t say I told you so, she said, because it’s obnoxious. She doesn’t need to say it. The DOJ said it for her.
Because the universe apparently wrote the punchline just for this column: Trump’s DOJ is now investigating Gavin Newsom. The current governor of California. Harris’s biggest rival for 2028. Newsom’s called it a politically motivated witch hunt designed to kneecap his White House chances, and he’s probably right. So follow the bouncing ball: Harris predicted Trump would weaponise the DOJ against political enemies, Trump then weaponised the DOJ against a political enemy, and the political enemy in question happens to be the one bloke standing between Harris and the nomination. She gets to be the prophet AND the beneficiary. She defends Newsom on principle while Trump’s goons saw the legs off his campaign for her. Sun Tzu couldn’t have drawn it up better if you’d given him a whiteboard and a slab.
And that’s where the psychology of 2028 kicks in. Voters aren’t just choosing a candidate, they’re processing a betrayal. Millions of people rolled the dice on the embalmed timeshare salesman because he promised cheaper groceries and got fucking grifted instead. When people feel conned, they don’t reach for novelty. They reach for the person who told them the truth when it was unfashionable. Harris called it. Loudly. Before it was safe to. Every fresh outrage, every dodgy trade, every weaponised indictment retroactively stamps her testimony as evidence. She’s not running as a nostalgia act for the before-times, when things weren’t anywhere near as fucked as people convinced themselves. She’s running as the sworn witness who was right.
Stability, honesty, and receipts. That’s the trifecta, and no other Democrat in the field can claim all 3.
Although, as it turns out, one of them is now auditioning for it. Hard.
THE RETRIBUTION ARMS RACE
Because a new wrinkle just changed the shape of the whole primary: Newsom gave a speech that makes it crystal clear he’s running on the exact same fuel.
WATCH: Newsom names “the great grift.” $2.2 billion in income, a $600 million memecoin skim, and a $400 million flying palace, in 33 seconds flat. Caption: The witness for the prosecution warms up.
Have a listen to that. In 33 seconds flat he rattles off the tax returns showing $2.2 billion in income, the memecoin punters who lost $3.8 billion while the big fella pocketed over $600 million, and the $400 million Qatari palace-with-wings that apparently isn’t even mechanically sound, purchased while the administration was cutting the budget for kids with developmental disabilities. He brands the whole operation “the great grift.” He calls it a five alarm fire. He says the bloke’s getting more unhinged by the hour, which, to be fair, is less a political attack and more a weather report at this point. And then he drops the line his speechwriter should get a knighthood for:
“It’s the rule of law, not the rule of Don.” (Gavin Newsom, July 2026)
No governor gives that speech for constituent services. That’s a bloke road-testing a general election closing argument. And when he talks about poor and innocent people getting knocks on the door first thing in the morning, having to hire private attorneys, the DOJ going after his own wife because they “couldn’t figure out how to get” him, you can hear it: the personal grievance has fused with the political mission. He’s all in.
So let’s be honest about what 2028 has just become. Both frontrunners are now running on retribution. Both of them. Because they can both read the same room: people don’t want an apology tour or a blue-ribbon panel or a strongly worded historical footnote. They want vindication. They want to see the people who treated the US government like a fucking self-serve bottle-o marched into a courtroom and held to account like any other citizen would be. The primary battle, beyond the eternal one of lowering everyday costs for ordinary people, is going to come down to one question: when it comes to truth, justice and law and order, who do you actually believe?
And this is where Harris’s whole biography stops being backstory and becomes the argument.
Because look at the two of them side by side. Newsom can describe the crime. He does it beautifully, honestly, with genuine skin in the game, and the DOJ hunting his family gives him a moral standing nobody can take away. But describing the crime makes you the witness. Harris spent decades actually prosecuting them. She’s the one who’s stood in front of juries, built cases, flipped hostile witnesses and made billion-dollar defendants settle with their tails between their legs. In this courtroom, Newsom is the star witness, compelling, sympathetic, wronged. Harris is the DA. And nobody’s ever asked the star witness to run the trial.
Put it in trade terms, because that’s how we do things around here: Newsom’s the bloke standing in front of the burnt-down house giving an absolutely gripping account of the fire. Harris is the fire investigator who’s already dusted the fuel can for prints. You need both at the inquest. Only one of them files charges.
THE TACTICAL READ: SHE CAN COUNT
Strip away the theatre and the Mamdani call is cold electoral arithmetic.
We’ve spent the past month here at IFLA documenting the insurgency wave: Melat Kiros knocking off a 30-year incumbent in Colorado, Mamdani’s clean sweep in New York, El-Sayed in Michigan, the whole democratic socialist roster going from fringe irritant to the people who decide primaries. The party’s centre of gravity is being dragged left, one toppled incumbent at a time, by voters who are done waiting politely. Even Newsom can see it: in that same speech he admits the base of the party is demanding the fight, and that he hopes more established Democrats wake up to it. Mate, they’re not waking up to it. They’re getting primaried by it.
Harris can read a scoreboard, and right now the scoreboard is singing her tune. A fresh Quantus Insights national poll, taken 3 to 7 July, has her leading the Democratic field at 35.3%, with Newsom her nearest rival on 17.7%. That’s a 17.6-point gap. Half her support. On the early numbers, Newsom isn’t technically in the same race, he’s in the queue for it. Buttigieg sits on 12.9%, AOC on 11.1%, Shapiro on 7.1%. And it’s not a one-off: a JL Partners poll this same week had her at 29% to Newsom’s 15%, and FocalData had her at 33%. Poll after poll, same shape. Commanding.
Now, a word of caution from the department of not getting carried away: early polling leads can be name recognition wearing a trench coat. Giuliani led the 2008 Republican field for a year and won 3 fifths of fuck-all. Jeb was the 2016 favourite until an escalator happened. The real test of Harris’s 35% is whether it survives contact with a debate stage. But that cuts both ways, because the punters writing her off are guessing too.
THE VOTERS SAY HARRIS. THE SMART MONEY SAYS SHE’S FINISHED. Quantus Insights national poll, 3 to 7 July 2026, versus prediction market nomination odds. One of them is wrong.
Because clock the punters. The prediction markets, where people put actual money where their mouths are, still favour Newsom, and they’ve got Harris’s chances sitting at a measly 8%. That gap is the whole story: the voters keep saying Harris, and the smart money keeps saying she’s finished. One of them is wrong. And the smart money is making the exact same mistake the commentariat is making, which is treating 2024 as a verdict on her instead of a verdict on the party that gave her 107 days and a dumpster fire.
And the field is still dangerous, don’t kid yourself. I’d be genuinely worried about Newsom if I were her, DOJ witch hunt or not. Bloke’s got the hair, the podcast, the machine, the war chest, the operative class privately calling him the guy to beat, and now a martyr story with his own wife in it, which is the kind of narrative money can’t buy and Trump keeps handing out for free. Buttigieg is topping New Hampshire polling and doing the full early-state pilgrimage while telling Al Sharpton to save him a seat, subtle as a road train. And AOC owns the under-35s outright, pulling 30% to 35% among young Democrats while everyone else fights over scraps.
Harris can’t out-centrist Newsom and Buttigieg. She tried running to the middle in 2024, campaigned with Liz Cheney, and got done. But the left flank is contested ground. AOC hasn’t committed to running. Which means there’s a window: make yourself acceptable to the insurgent wing before the insurgent wing picks its own champion, and you inherit a movement’s energy without having to build one. Bolt that energy onto a 17-point polling lead and the maths starts looking very fucking uncomfortable for the fellas with the podcasts.
One foot in the tent, one foot in donor-brunch territory. A bob each way. It’s the first strategically coherent thing the Harris operation has done in years.
But the tactic isn’t the story. The tactic is the setup. Here’s the payoff.
THE ACE UP HER SLEEVE
On 20 June, a fortnight before any of this Mamdani business surfaced, Harris sat down with Don Lemon. He asked her straight: if you’re president in 2028, will you make sure there’s accountability for the crimes of this administration?
“Oh, I believe firmly in accountability, yes.” (Kamala Harris to Don Lemon, 20 June 2026)
She said those who abused their power should face consequence. And she smiled while she said it.
Now, plenty of people heard that as boilerplate. It is not fucking boilerplate. It is the single most consistent position of her entire public life. Wind the tape back to 2019, when the NPR Politics Podcast asked whether her Justice Department would prosecute Trump for the obstruction episodes in the Mueller report:
“I believe that they would have no choice and that they should, yes.” (Kamala Harris, NPR Politics Podcast, 2019)
Wind it forward to 2023, asked about the Trump indictments while representing the US in Jakarta:
“Let the evidence, the facts, take it where it may.” (Kamala Harris to the Associated Press, September 2023)
And at the peak of the 2024 campaign, the line she built her whole convention framing around, after listing the predators, fraudsters and cheaters she’d prosecuted:
“Hear me when I say I know Donald Trump’s type.” (Kamala Harris, July 2024)
This is a career prosecutor who has been telegraphing the same punch for 7 years, waiting for the political conditions to let her throw it. Newsom found this issue when the DOJ knocked on his door. Harris has been sitting on it since before the DOJ had his address.
And what a record to throw it with. San Francisco DA. Attorney General of California, running the second-biggest justice department in America. And the crown jewel: during the foreclosure crisis, the banks slid a $2 billion settlement across the table and Harris walked. Walked, held her nerve, and came back with $25 billion for California homeowners. She is one of the very few people in American public life who has actually made Wall Street write a cheque with a lot of zeroes on it while crying into its Patagonia vest.
THE $25 BILLION WALK: The banks offered $2 billion. She walked. They paid $25 billion. Remember that number.
Now join the dots, because she already has. The democratic socialists aren’t just a voting bloc. Their entire animating cause is corruption: billionaires buying government, self-dealing, the grubby merger of public office and private profit. And what has the embalmed timeshare salesman’s second term produced? Newsom’s already read the charge sheet for us: $2.2 billion in income on the tax returns, $600 million skimmed off a memecoin while the true believers lost $3.8 billion, a $400 million flying gift from Qatar that can’t pass a roadworthy. Add the financial disclosures that read like a confession, the suspiciously timed trades around his own announcements, the family merch stand bolted onto the Oval Office, a Justice Department openly deployed as a personal revenge machine, the whole TACO circus we’ve been documenting all year. The evidence isn’t hidden. It’s filed with the Office of Government Ethics, publicly, with a straight fucking face. Half the prosecution’s exhibit list has been pre-assembled by the defendant. He’s the first crook in history who ships his own evidence with tracking.
Harris isn’t courting the democratic socialists to borrow their vibes. She’s recruiting her foundation. Sun Tzu says win the war before the first battle: secure your ground, then strike. The insurgent left is the ground. And when she springs out of the box, it won’t be with a white paper. It’ll be with a prosecution platform. Accountability as the centrepiece of a presidential campaign, run by one of the most formidable prosecutors of her generation, aimed at an administration whose paperwork is already sitting in the discovery pile. Jack Smith on steroids, except this time the prosecutor gets to appoint the Attorney General.
And now the campaign press needs to do its one job for once. Don’t let her, or Newsom, leave it at vibes. Press them. Name names. Will your Justice Department investigate Pam Bondi for running the DOJ as a personal law firm for one client? Will it look at Kash Patel’s FBI? Will it examine how Todd Blanche went from Trump’s personal defence lawyer to Deputy Attorney General, running the department that decides whether his old client gets investigated, a conflict of interest so naked it should come with a censorship bar? If they abused their power, will they face a courtroom, a jury, and if convicted, a cell, like any other citizen would? Both frontrunners are now on record promising consequence. Make them spell out what consequence means. Because the answer to that question is the whole 2028 election.
You think American voters won’t turn up for that? The same Quantus poll that has her leading by 17 points found 61.6% of Americans reckon the country is on the wrong track. People aren’t disappointed anymore, they’re fucking furious, and fury doesn’t want a listening tour. It wants a verdict. Retribution through the courts is the one product left with bipartisan demand.
THE CATCH
Now, the insurgent wing has every reason to want receipts first, and they’ve said so. Rania Batrice, a Palestinian American progressive strategist, put it to Axios with a bluntness I respect:
“Why should we trust her now?” (Rania Batrice to Axios, 1 July 2026)
Fair cop. Harris ran left in 2020, tacked centre when it wobbled, stayed loyal to Biden’s Gaza line, and treated the left flank in 2024 like the embarrassing uncle at Christmas lunch. Her 107 Days memoir says she privately pleaded with Biden to show more empathy for Palestinian civilians, and maybe she did, but there’s something a bit rich about discovering your conscience in a book you’re selling during the soft launch of your next campaign. If she wants the tent, the price of admission is policy: stated, specific, costed, and frightening to at least one billionaire. The insurgents didn’t win Colorado and New York on vibes, and they won’t hand their army to anyone on vibes either.
And there’s a second catch worth naming, for both of them: run too nakedly on payback and you hand the other side their attack ad. “Vengeance candidate” is a frame neither can afford, because the swing voter who’s exhausted by the circus wants the circus over, not a sequel with the roles reversed. The play only works if it’s dressed as what it actually is: restoring the rule of law, applied equally, no exemptions for blokes with golf resorts. Same prosecutions. Different banner. Newsom’s “rule of law, not the rule of Don” line shows he’s already worked this out. If Harris is as sharp as her record says, so has she.
THE VERDICT
So tally it up. She’s one of the only living Democrats who’s actually fought a presidential general election, and the only one in the 2028 field. She’s been through a baptism of fire that would have melted Newsom’s hair product. She’s leading the pack by 17 points in the freshest polling in the country while the bookies still write her off. She called this administration corrupt, incompetent and callous before it was fashionable, predicted the DOJ would be turned into a revenge machine, and then watched it happen to her own biggest rival, who has now, quite understandably, joined her on the retribution ticket. The primary is going to be a courtroom drama: two Californians competing for the role of the people’s advocate against the great grift. One of them discovered the cause when it kicked his front door in. The other one’s been rehearsing the closing argument since 2019.
The pundits see a phone call. I see a prosecutor empaneling her jury.
It’s a long way to 2028, there’s a midterm election this November that will scramble every assumption in this piece, the trust problem is real, and Newsom’s machine is nothing to sneeze at even with the DOJ chewing on his ankles. But if you’re wondering why a supposedly finished politician is spending her July texting a socialist mayor and smiling at questions about consequences, wonder no more. The case is being built. Quietly. Methodically. The way good prosecutors always build them.
And when it lands, there won’t be a plea deal big enough.
Watch this space.
IFLA ~ Gman
P.S. Now here’s something fucking crazy to chew on with your morning cuppa. Imagine, for one glorious unhinged moment: President Kamala Harris and Vice President Gavin Newsom. Or flip it, whatever, pick your poison. The prosecutor and the witness on the same ticket. Her 35% and his machine. Her courtroom and his war chest. The DOJ tried to take them both out and instead welded them together like a couple of chassis rails. The retribution arms race ends in a merger, the primary never draws blood, and the general election becomes The People v. The Great Grift with 2 Californians running the case.
There’s even a proper twist in the fine print: the 12th Amendment says electors can’t back a president and vice president from the same state, so one of them would have to shift their residency, same dodge Cheney pulled in 2000 when he magically became a Wyoming bloke overnight. Which means the dream ticket’s biggest obstacle isn’t Trump, isn’t the donors, isn’t the DOJ. It’s a fucking removalist truck.
Would their egos survive sharing a stage? Buggered if I know. But stranger things have fucking happened, and every single one of them happened in the last 18 months.
THE AUSSIE-TO-YANK GLOSSARY: PROSECUTION EDITION
Righto, American readers, gather round. This issue contains an unusually high concentration of gambling terminology, courtroom energy, and load-bearing profanity, so before you email asking whether a “bob each way” is a haircut, here are 18 fresh entries for the master list, which now stands at 275 terms and is legally closer to a dictionary than your president is to a law-abiding citizen. Study up. There will be a test, and unlike certain Cabinet confirmations, you can’t pass it by owning a red hat.
bit rich, a: The polite Australian method of calling out hypocrisy, as in “a bit rich coming from him.” Scales infinitely: a thing can be a bit rich, fairly rich, or so rich it files its taxes in the Caymans. Discovering your conscience in a memoir you are selling during the soft launch of your next campaign is, for the record, a bit rich.
bob each way: To back both outcomes of a bet so you collect either way, named for the old shilling. The official posture of every politician who has ever discovered a conviction in an election year. Kamala currently has a bob each way on the Democratic tent: one foot in with the socialists, one foot out with the donors. At some point the flap gets zipped and you find out which side of it she’s on.
bottle-o: The bottle shop, frequently drive-through, a piece of Australian civic infrastructure so beloved it is functionally heritage-listed. You do not even have to get out of the car to be handed the goods, which is also how this issue describes the US Treasury under current management.
clock: To notice, register, spot. “Clock the punters” means pay attention to what the betting money is doing. Also means to punch someone in the head, which is frequently what you will feel like doing once you have clocked what the punters are up to.
fair cop: The honourable admission that a criticism has landed. “Fair cop” is what a person with functioning integrity says when caught out, before fixing the problem. A phrase that has never once been uttered at a Mar-a-Lardo press conference and never will be.
free kick: From Aussie rules footy: a scoring opportunity handed to you entirely by the other side’s mistake. You did nothing to earn it, and you would be a mug not to take it. Trump siccing the DOJ on Newsom is a free kick to Harris of such generosity that the umpire should probably be investigated too.
G’day: Hello. The most load-bearing word in Australian English, deployable at weddings, funerals and Senate estimates with equal success. If an Australian does not say it to you, worry.
got done: Beaten, defeated, comprehensively dealt with. “She ran to the middle and got done” is the entire 2024 election in seven words. Also what happens to your snags if you wander off from the barbie to argue about politics.
knock off: A term working triple shifts: to finish work for the day (”knocking off at 5”), to steal something (”some mongrel knocked off me ute”), or to defeat someone (”Kiros knocked off a 30-year incumbent”). Context is everything. In Washington, all three meanings routinely apply to the same bloke on the same afternoon.
mob: A group of people, with no organised crime implied, mostly. Your family is your mob, your mates are your mob, the democratic socialists currently renovating the Democratic Party are a mob. Also the official collective noun for kangaroos, which tells you precisely how seriously this country takes collective nouns.
removalist: The bloke, or the truck, or the entire company you hire to move house. Americans say “movers,” we say removalists, because down here we call the job what it is: removing you. Currently the single largest obstacle standing between America and a Harris-Newsom dream ticket, thanks to a 12th Amendment rule that says two Californians cannot share one. Somewhere in Sacramento a removalist quote is worth more than a super PAC.
road train: A prime mover hauling up to 4 trailers, 50-odd metres of steel thundering across the outback, visible from space and audible from next Tuesday. Nothing subtle has ever been compared to one, which is why Pete Buttigieg’s early-state campaigning appears in this issue.
roadworthy: The safety certificate a vehicle must pass before it can be registered or sold, proof the wheels will not depart the vehicle at speed. If your $400 million flying palace from Qatar cannot pass one, mate, that is not a gift. That is somebody else’s trade-in.
RSL: The Returned and Services League club. Veterans’ club, cheap schnitzel, cold beer, meat raffle on a Friday, pokies humming away in the corner: the true parliament of Australia. The complete list of living Americans who have carried a major-party presidential nomination into battle would fit in one RSL booth, with room left over for the raffle tickets and somebody’s nan.
runs on the board: Cricket. Actual, scoreboard-verified achievement, as opposed to talking a big game at the press conference. A batsman with runs on the board has proven it in the middle; a batsman without them is a press release in whites. The exact quality separating a seasoned campaigner from a bloke with a podcast.
slab: A carton of 24 beers, the standard unit of Australian gratitude, bribery and dispute resolution. Handing a whiteboard and a slab to Sun Tzu would have halved the length of his campaigns and doubled the quality of the diagrams.
three fifths of fuck-all: A precisely calibrated quantity of nothing. Related to sweet fuck all, but with the false promise of a numerator, which somehow makes the nothing more insulting. The exact sum Rudy Giuliani won in 2008 after leading the polls for an entire year, a cautionary tale for anyone reading July surveys as gospel.
yarn: A chat, a story, a conversation of actual substance. “Having a yarn” covers everything from a 5-minute natter over the back fence to a 2-hour phone call quietly reorganising the future of the Democratic Party. The word is doing a lot of work in this issue and it knows it.
UNCANNY
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She needs to condemn the genocide in Gaza and stop the war in Iran. And that is not being anti Semitic. The biggest anti Semites and the people causing the most antisemitic hatred of Jews, is Netanyahu and his cabinet.
This needs to stop. Decent Jewish people are being labelled as genocidal cheer leaders, when 40% of Jewish people from other countries condemn the actions of the Zionist regime.
She needs to take the moral high ground and condemn the genocide outright and stop arm sales from America to Israel and stop America's financial support of Israel, until there is a change of regime in Israel and an international peace keeping force is stationed in Lebanon, Syria and Jordan.
I don't know, man. On the one hand, I think she would do some truly awesome shit. I think she would roll into Washington, drag this entire administration before the courts with a loud and proud "Kamala Harris for the people, your honor," and actually do a good piece of swamp draining.
On the other hand, she is perceived as damaged goods, and fair or not, America is full of a bunch of shallow fickle fucks who put the current leadership in the White House twice. They're either unable or unwilling to look beyond the 107 day railroading that she almost survived, and I'm afraid that that would get us a rather unpalatable alternative.