Vice President Kamala Harris gave the public its first real look into her nascent presidential campaign with a stop at her organization’s headquarters in Wilmington, Delaware on Monday night.
Harris’ first applause line came when she discussed her background as California attorney general and as a courtroom prosecutor.
“In those roles, I took on perpetrators of all kinds,” she said, earning cackles while she beamed, clearly enjoying the joke. “Predators who abused women. Fraudsters who ripped off consumers. Cheaters who broke the rules for their own gain. So hear me when I say, I know Donald Trump’s type.”
It’s just impossible. It would take a small army of staff to compile his catalogue of lies, and Harris doesn’t have the time to recite it. What she needs to do is grab him by the pussy. Drive home that he is a felon, a rapist, and that he himself is willingly raped by Putin, that he is owned by removed and he is a removed. She needs to leverage her biography as a black woman to utterly humiliate him. To deeply wound him. To haunt him with the eventuality of his incarceration and inevitable end as a failure.