No Dice, Kamala. I Still Don’t Like You In That Way
You know, in the way that would compel me to vote for you, in any capacity. I refused to consider you as a presidential contender, and I’m no more enthused about you as Creepy Joe’s second banana.
It’ll never, ever happen, girl. The chemistry just isn’t there. You’ve been neo-lib zoned baby. It’s like the friend zone, only with pink pussy hats and man buns.
Why, you ask?
Well, for starters, the way you use innocent human lives to advance your career is a complete abomination. When Progressives (you claim to be one, which is knee-slappingly funny) called for criminal justice reform during your tenure as a D.A. and A.G., you resisted like a three-year-old at bedtime. OR you remained mum, depending on the situation and what you stood to lose or gain.
You fought like Braveheart to uphold wrongful convictions obtained by false testimony and evidence tampering. Justice was (and is) a completely foreign concept to you.
Gotta keep those for-profit prisons making moolah by ensuring enough warm bodies were ensconced within. Whether your prisoners were guilty or innocent was irrelevant in the face of corporate gain.
