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  Review: 107 Days by Kamala Harris Kamala Harris’s 107 Days is a memoir of duration more than detail. Spanning the exact length of her presidential campaign—one hundred and seven days—it reads as both political reflection and linguistic experiment. There is no narrative arc. There is only tone. Structured as a series of thematic meditations, 107 Days presents a candidate not so much remembered as reinterpreted, filtered through phrases, impressions, and the faint hum of self-congratulation. Chapter One: Becoming Seen Harris begins in Oakland, or Montreal, or both, situating herself in what she calls “a cradle of contradictions and potential.” Her mother, a cancer researcher, is described in reverent terms. Her father is cited briefly for context, then quickly replaced by Maria Elena, the Trinidadian nanny who taught her “the patience of posture.” The political pivot comes quickly. Harris recalls her appointments to the California Unemployment Insurance Appeals Board and ...

  They told us it was about “norms.” About “decency.” About “the soul of the nation.” They clutched their pearls on late-night television and insisted—between commercial breaks for Pfizer—that Donald J. Trump was a threat to democracy, a racist, a fascist, a danger unlike any we’d ever seen. But here’s the truth they’ll never say out loud: They hate Trump because he loves America. Not the abstract, sanitized America they teach about in college classrooms—the one that’s little more than a prelude to slavery, systemic oppression, and climate sin. No, Trump loves the real America —the one with truck stops, church pews, backyard grills, and unapologetic freedom. And for that, the elites had to destroy him. The Patriot They Couldn’t Control From the moment Trump descended that escalator and declared that America was getting a raw deal, the ruling class panicked. Here was a billionaire who didn’t talk like one. He wasn’t reading from the globalist script. He wasn’t deferential t...

  Tyranny for Me, Not for Thee Remember when “resistance” was all the rage? You know, back when people took selfies at protests holding signs that said “Resist Tyranny” —right before posting them from their iPhones while sipping Starbucks and live-tweeting about fascism because a Republican president had tweeted something mean. That version of tyranny was easy. It didn’t cost them anything. It meant yelling in the street, hashtagging “#NotMyPresident,” and knitting a pink hat. But then something real happened. Something that required an actual stance—something messy, inconvenient, and not curated by a nonprofit with a catchy slogan. And just like that, the brave rebels turned into bootlickers overnight. From ‘My Body, My Choice’ to ‘Take the Shot, Bigot’ Let’s rewind to 2021. The same people who once screamed about government overreach suddenly became obsessed with enforcing vaccine mandates. They weren’t just encouraging people to get vaccinated—they were demanding it. W...

  “ Down with fossil fuels! ” That’s the liberal chant, shouted through megaphones powered by lithium batteries, printed on signs made of oil-derived plastic, shared on smartphones built in fossil-fueled factories, and posted on platforms hosted in coal-powered data centers. And what’s the big solution? Wind farms. Just throw up some giant spinning flowers and poof —free energy, no carbon footprint, no consequences, no reality required. It’s like a fairy tale written by someone who failed high school science and still believes Greta Thunberg is a prophet. Should We Tell Them? Honestly, should we even bother? Should we tell them that wind turbines are built with fossil fuels ? That they’re made of steel, concrete, copper, fiberglass , and rare earth metals— all mined, transported, and manufactured with oil-powered machinery ? Should we tell them that erecting just one wind turbine requires thousands of gallons of diesel , massive cranes, concrete foundations hauled by semi-...

There’s a massive disconnect in America right now—but it’s not between “left and right.” It’s between normal people and the fringe freak show that’s hijacked liberal politics. The average person? Just wants to go to work, feed their family, and live their life without being bombarded by identity politics and psychotic social theories. They believe in basic biology. They don’t hate themselves for being white or straight. They don’t think crime should be legal or that toddlers should pick their gender. They believe in common sense . The left? Hates that. The Agenda Isn’t for You If you’re a working-class parent, a church-going American, a small business owner, or even just a person with a functioning brain—you are not the target audience for today’s liberal agenda. In fact, you’re the enemy. The left isn’t trying to win your support anymore. They’re not even pretending. Instead, they’re catering exclusively to: angry blue-haired activists professional victims college-edu...

  Let’s not beat around the bush— woke is dead. You might still see its rotting corpse twitch on Twitter or infect some HR department somewhere, but the movement itself? Flatlined. Expired. Room-temperature. Good fucking riddance. For years, we’ve been held hostage by a cult obsessed with Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) —which, let’s be honest, was never about actual diversity or inclusion. It was about exclusion —of normal people. Of white people. Of straight people. Of anyone who didn’t fall into a list of government-approved victim groups. They told us whiteness was a disease. They said being male was a privilege and a crime. They insisted women and men are biologically interchangeable—but somehow also that women are always victims. You couldn’t question any of it. You were supposed to clap like a seal while your favorite shows got recast with talentless activists and your childhood heroes were turned into gender-neutral virtue signals. Every movie, show, magazine, a...

 There’s a reason every woke movement eventually crashes harder than a Biden sentence. It’s not the evil conservatives. It’s not the system. It’s not even the billionaires they claim to hate while tweeting on iPhones. It’s something far simpler: woke movements always eat themselves alive. Let’s walk through the self-destruction step-by-step — and no, nobody gets out clean. Phase 1: The Holy Fire It always starts the same way — with a cause that sounds noble. “Fight injustice.” “End discrimination.” “Make society more inclusive.” People join up with good intentions. They repost infographics. They chant. They change their profile pictures. And for a hot minute, it feels like something real. There’s a sense of purpose. But then... the purity spiral begins. Phase 2: The Purity Olympics Once the hashtag hits critical mass, the race begins — not to fix anything, but to out-woke the next person. You thought they were progressive? Well I use five different neopronouns, av...