Staff Reports
Kamala Harris has released a new memoir titled “107 Days,” and while one might expect a fascinating inside look at the grueling 2024 election, readers are instead treated to a masterclass in blame-shifting. According to her own account, Harris had a mere 107 days and a cool billion and a half dollars alongside the unwavering support of 75 million voters ready to back any non-Trump candidate, yet nothing seemed to go her way. In her tale, Harris portrays herself as the victim of relentless opposition, recalling the schoolyard trope of “dog ate my homework.”
Critic Bill Maher, known for his sharp wit, takes aim at Harris and her penchant for evading accountability. According to him, the book offers little more than a chorus of complaints, with Harris pinning her setbacks on narratives allegedly fueled by others, particularly the president’s staff. According to Harris, these team members seemed determined to paint her as a chaotic leader plagued by a revolving door of staffers. Her office, she insists, was unfairly branded as a vortex of disorder, an accusation she claims was concocted to shade her leadership capabilities.
Once in a while, someone needs to remind politicians that they have to take a look in the mirror when things don’t work out. Instead, we are left with the old excuse that others must be tearing her down to prop up the competition. It raises the question: Is it too much to ask for a bit of introspection? When Harris says that if she did well, the president would do well, it sounds like an attempt to deflect and dodge responsibility rather than a plea for unity.
While Harris describes a struggle against endless forces conspiring against her, one can’t help but ponder whether someone with vast resources and platforms might have done more in those tightly-packed 107 days. After all, managing a high office isn’t about managing excuses; it’s about proving oneself capable under any circumstance. Yet Harris seems addicted to the narrative of victimhood, choosing to portray herself as a target rather than assessing her own role in the chaos.
One might hope, perhaps naïvely, that this self-serving narrative could be the straw that pushes for some personal growth. Or maybe, just maybe, those 107 days might serve as a lesson for future endeavors. Here’s hoping Harris eventually trades the blame game for a touch of perspective, though readers probably shouldn’t hold their breath.
