Cross-Posted from DanCirucci.com
Donald Trump has a habit of raising important issues but doing so in a cumbersome manner, and that’s putting it mildly.
Yesterday was a good example.
To cut to the chase, the actual issue at hand is not so much when Kamala Harris identified as an African-American as it is how real this woman actually is. Because in what Rush Limbaugh used to call Realville, realness is the coin of the realm. And Harris’s realness is more than in doubt; it’s hanging by a thread.
A lifetime in the public relations business has taught me that no quality is more greatly valued than authenticity and no brand, no product, no public figure can survive very long without it.
Of course, Harris doesn’t have to survive veery long. Without a single vote being cast (and having won not a single primary) she’s managed to become the standard bearer on a national ticket that hopes to sweep to power in a one-hundred-day charade.
In his own clumsy way, Donald Trump is trying to get through the smoke and mirrors and expose Harris as a chameleon. When it is in her interest to embrace one person, heritage, race or group, she will gladly do that. And it seems that when it is in her interest to drift from that embrace, well — so be it. Put another way, in her own words Harris will be “what can be, unburdened by what has been.”
So, she ardently believed Jussie Smollett, took up his cause and publicly embraced him as a victim, until, conveniently she scampered away when her own bad judgement was exposed. She cuddled up to California political power broker Willie Brown until she no longer needed him, and then acted like they barely knew one another. She insisted that Joe Biden was at the top of his game right up until the moment when it was time to dump him and suddenly, he was no longer helpful or cogent or capable.
BFuhhhhBye, Joe! It was nice known’ ya!
Who is the real Kamala? Is she even real at all? Well, perhaps — if a fraud can be real.
