The best thing I can say about Kamala Harris’ new campaign memoir, “107 Days,” is that it came out 322 days after the campaign ended. And it has 320 pages.
What an amazing almost-coincidence, eh?
I don’t know if Harris has read her book. But she’d be delighted that it does present much of her lightweight personality, characteristics, and traits, the shallowness of thought, the pettiness about others, and the exceptionally keen grasp of the obvious.
In that sense, her unidentified ghostwriter did an excellent job of capturing the purported author.
According to The Hill, the book is causing friction among still-divided Democrats. The book also contains a blessing of sorts for the country. That’s because the ex-vice president attempts to pull a never-say-never about a possible future in politics. News Flash: She has none.
The real goal of the hint is simply to buttress the speaking fees until she publicly confesses she won't run again. Like when she decided against being California governor. That's an executive job that requires real work, unlike senator or VP.
But the style and content, the gratuitous gibes for lack of any real substance in her published observations, confirm that she knows little about that business of politics that promoted her career for reasons that have nothing to do with smarts or skills.
If you intend to run for president again after losing, you don’t hire someone to write a memoir for you and supply them with the kind of bitchy material that Harris did.
As Byron York notes, “107 Days is not filled with attacks. It is filled with slights.”
For instance, she complains that seeking Gavin Newsom’s support after Biden quit, he texted in reply: “Hiking. Will call back.” She adds: “He never did.”
Maybe. But he did publicly endorse her within hours. Why be so petty to anyone, especially if that anyone could help you in a future campaign?
Lucky for America that the familiar faux authenticity, her cattiness, and professed gripes are sure to alienate a long list of the very people Harris would need to organize and to mount a second losing presidential candidacy with other people’s money.
Harris has become an autumn gift for my RedState colleagues.
Speaking of fake, the brilliant Babylon Bee nails Harris' affectation for accents matching her immediate audience, from Jamaican to Black, Very Black, and Klingon:
Kamala's Audiobook Lets You Pick Which Kamala Accent You Want To Hear For Each Chapter https://t.co/SESqEySmpj pic.twitter.com/h5gbZXL1f7
— The Babylon Bee (@TheBabylonBee) September 25, 2025
And the historical fact is that only one modern political party since the 1960s has been willing to risk a presidential election and in excess of a billion dollars on a declared loser. Republicans tried it in the 1940s with Tom Dewey. He lost again. Democrats recycled Adlai Stevenson in the 1950s. He also went 0-2.
Richard Nixon pulled it off in 1968. But you didn’t see Jimmy Carter try again, or Walter Mondale, or Michael Dukakis, Bob Dole, or even Al Gore, John McCain, or Mitt Romney. One and done.
Because there is only one Donald J. Trump, who can pull off something historic like that.
Trump 2.0 has totally confounded Democrats. And let’s be brutally honest about the contemporary headless Democrat Party:
No one in that cynical crowd – chief among them its 2024 standard bearer – has confessed, apologized, or atoned for their unprecedented, scandalous, and possibly seditious attempt to hide for years and then foist upon the nation for a second term a mentally defective commander in chief. That’s disqualifying for everyone forever.
Harris now says Biden’s decision to run again was “recklessness.” Stupid works too. Or arrogant. Vain. Selfish. Even dangerous.
So, what does that make Biden’s political partner, who didn’t have the, uh, gumption to speak out internally at the time, to tell that political posse of elder abusers privately that they couldn’t do that? And that she would not stand for backing an obvious incompetent for the nation’s highest office?
Harris writes that her position as Biden’s heir apparent made such a stance awkward, that she would be seen as disloyal and ambitious. So what!? Presidents are supposed to have a spine.
Let’s see here, the woman who, as president, would send military volunteers to possible death or launch nuclear weapons in the Apocalypse felt uncomfortable expressing internal loyalty to the nation she vowed to serve, instead of to a band of highly-paid conniving colleagues and a first lady conspiring to cling to power?
Folks, Trump wasn’t the only one who dodged a bullet last year. Some 340 million Americans did, too.
The 107 days in Harris’ book title refers to her shortened campaign. That was caused when Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer made a still undisclosed threat to the head of the Biden Crime Syndicate.
That finally prompted him, or rather those operating the autopen, to give up the nomination they had conspired to award him.
Harris then proceeded to spend $100 million of other people’s money every single week of her 15-week joyful journey to defeat.
According to Harris — Dadgummit — 107 days just wasn’t enough time to make her case to voters.
I would posit there was enough time for 77.3 million Americans in just the right places to realize that the light ahead in the tunnel was an oncoming freight train.
Here are some of Harris’ other points:
Her first choice for vice president was Pete Buttigieg. But she now says she decided that pairing a black woman and gay man would be too much. (Or someone told her that.)
Another VP possible was Josh Shapiro, who was smart but Jewish, like her husband.
Mark Kelly was also a possibility. But he had a military record to explain. Only a Democrat would think a military record needs explaining. So, she tagged the giddy governor of Minnesota, Tim Walz, who had a questionable National Guard record he never explained and a city he let burn.
Probably the biggest gaffe of her 107 days was “The View” appearance. Hard to imagine a friendlier forum of harpies for a progressive black woman.
Conscientious politicians anticipate media questions and prepare responses in advance. They may even rehearse answers. Sometimes they will arrange an "exclusive" interview with one outlet to get an advance feel for the likely media questions at an upcoming news conference.
As my Border Collie could have predicted, Harris was asked what she would have done differently than Biden. This is the softest of softballs thrown slow right across home plate with the outfield pulled in and the infield unwrapping more gum.
Harris’ stunning answer: “There is not a thing that comes to mind.”
Nothing? Not the deadly Afghan exit? Not the nine percent inflation? Not hiding presidential dementia for years? Not passively watching a massive Chinese spy balloon scan the country for a week? Not the open border igniting local social, criminal, educational, and financial crises lasting decades?
In the book, Harris claims possession of all sorts of notes about her real differences with Biden. If true, the blank response at that crucial moment on national TV underscores her enduring reputation for poor preparations – or more likely, none.
Only near the book’s end does salad-chef Harris provide even the vaguest idea of the future: "We need to come up with our own blueprint that sets out our alternative vision for our country."
Uh-huh. More lettuce, please. For any competent interviewer who isn't Oprah being a paid host, that soggy-cereal response sets off sirens for follow-ups. Like what, lady?
I confess to experiencing one twinge of sympathy for Harris, briefly. Just before going on national television 54 weeks ago to debate former President Trump before 55 million viewers in the biggest moment of her political life, Harris got a phone call backstage from President Biden, the man who made her vice president.
Expecting best wishes and maybe debate advice, she answered. But Biden was furious. Clueless about the moment, he launched a lengthy rant that she had not been fully supportive of him to donors and on the campaign trail. And reminding her (falsely) that he had won his debate with Trump.
What a deaf and dumb political pair they made. We are so fortunate that some adversary or adversaries did not seek to take advantage of our national nap. (But wait! Russia's Putin delayed his full-scale invasion of Ukraine until Biden took office.)
Less than seven days after publication, Amazon has already marked the book down.
The Harris tour is scheduled for 20 cities. To magnify publicity, one thing authors are coached to do during promotional book interviews (besides repeating the actual title multiple times) is to be prepared (there’s that pesky word again) to tie themselves and their book to news of the day. To sound smart when asked about it.
A CNN host last week asked Harris if she thinks the federal indictment of former FBI head James Comey is ”the crossing of a Rubicon.”
Harris’ reply strikes me as the perfect epitaph for her empty political career: “I don’t know,” she said. ”Define Rubicon.”
