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.