Knock, knock.

Who’s there?

Kamala.

Kamala who?

Whoever you need me to be. Cackle cackle.

A mistress to a powerful San Francisco politician twice her age…or a vocal advocate for the “Me Too” movement.

A tough-on-crime prosecutor…or a “Defund the Police” cheerleader.

A likable-enough pragmatist…or “the most liberal nominee in U.S. history.”

A defender of Israel…or a supporter of Hamas terrorists.

A second-generation immigrant proud of her Indian and Jamaican heritage…or a staunch member of the African-American community who affects a southern accent.

Joe Biden’s trusted “border tsar”…or someone who barely knows where America’s borders are.

Whoever Kamala Harris needs to be in order to advance her career prospects, she will do her best to pretend that is who she has always been. Her problem — one she shares with many talentless politicians — is that she lacks both the brainpower and the charisma to convince others that she is more than an uninspiring hack. Usually, such low-caliber politicos peter out in local precincts where could-a-been dreams go to die. Kamala, however, has always had a knack for finding the right VIP to reward her ambition.

Let’s face it, she’s no Bill Clinton. As vile as that perv has always been, Jeffrey Epstein’s favorite houseguest knows how to glad-hand with the best of them. His aw-shucks “I feel your pain” approach to politicking took him far in life. The secret to Slick Willy’s success is that he makes every person he meets feel special. He shares private stories, asks personal questions, and seems genuinely interested in any stranger he meets. That’s high-level tradecraft for a marquee politician.

Bill’s wife, Hillary, has none of his natural instincts. When she tells someone, “I feel your pain,” it’s usually because she’s holding the knife still stuck in that person’s back. Nobody in D.C. trusts the Clintons, but plenty of people........

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