An Open Letter to Kamala Harris
-For the Uncensored!
Hello Camel Toe. This is your daily neighborhood checkup. If you haven’t noticed, no one likes you very much. You probably have more degrees with your mouth than you do actual talent. Save for your mouth at least. If you think this is an insult, please don’t be mistaken. It is. You think you have the best job in the world. Ruining the country, censoring the people, and having all the world at your whim. I guess after Bobby Brown had his use for you. You bought, sucked, fucked, your way up the food chain with no real talent other than that joker cackle.
And the last time I checked a lawyer, an Indian woman, doesn’t put Black men away. Or maybe you do? You put men away as a lawyer for less than a dime bag and you expect the world to suck at your crusty toes. I have news for you. You don’t have the brain cells in a camel that could do the job justice. If you ever wondered what it’s like to be like Sarah Louise Dreyfus from VEEP, just know you’re dumber than the role. That’s a fictional show, just like your role in the Biden Administration. No one really listens to you, Kamel Toe.
But let’s pretend you are the Vice President. Let’s pretend you “actually did it.” How did it feel to be at Joe Bidens rally’s with no on there? Did you think people would forget that no one went to your rally’s? Because no one went there. It’s quite funny to watch you actually say sentences, Camel Toe. If you had a law degree you would know that sentences are a good thing. It helps build character. But character is something only you don’t have.
If you’re wondering why I’m talking down to you, you deserve it. You, of all people, slept your way through every party, and you expect the American people, who deliver your groceries, growing food, to respect you? Everyone knows who you are, old maid. You better find a new job after this.
I don’t fear you or the people who back you. No one does. If you did command anyone, it’s your hands and lips around a dick. If you were Kim Kardashian you would be loved. But I guess you’re fine talking to dumb movie stars instead of regular Americans who need basic human needs. Like affordable healthcare, a good paying job, benefits that will help them have families. And your puny self-importance is the wine mom talking. But you’re just the old woman. An old woman that nobody in their right mind respect or fear. I don’t fear you or Sleepy Joe. I can’t pretend you’re an authority figure.
And let’s be understood, nobody. I hope your Ministry of Truth, Nina Janckowicz[i], finds out about this. She can sing you to sleep. With the song Disney writers sends her. Because she can’t and won’t be able to prosecute the truth. You can lie or censor the truth forever. Your fans don’t exist. You’re drowning old woman. I see you trying to tell yourself, “I’m the President,” to a lonely room.
That’s who you’re speaking to. Kamel Toe. Yourself.
But as Gandalf said in Lord of the Rings. “Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth.” Your crocodile teeth, that is.
[i] Don’t worry bitch, you’ll get your letter soon enough.