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Opinion

DEVINE OP-ED: Kamala Harris’ Flaws on Full Display During Her Tour de Farce Book Tour

posted by Hannity Staff - 10.13.25

By Miranda Devine

Kamala Harris is on a ridiculous, 15-city “international” book tour, during which she tells the gullible women who line up for hours to see her that she only missed out on being president by a whisker.

She claims 2024 was the “closest presidential election in the 21st century.”

Everyone knows this is a “lie,” as Donald Trump said in a heated Truth Social post, listing the details of his “LANDSLIDE!” victory. He won the Electoral College 312-226, won counties nationwide by 2,600-525, won all seven swing states and won the popular vote by millions.

Harris’ claim that she almost won is Biden-level delusion. It’s a reasonable assumption that she is using her self-justifying “107 Days” and book tour with cameo appearances by the likes of Hillary Clinton as a springboard for another kamikaze run for the White House.

But last week, when asked point-blank onstage in Washington, DC, whether she would be a presidential candidate in 2028, she was coy: “Maybe, maybe not.”

Maybe not, methinks.

Harris’ flaws as a candidate have been on full display in her book tour — the inappropriate laughing like a hyena, the painfully inarticulate word salad, the constantly shifting accents and affects. It’s clear this is a person with no concrete sense of self, a woman who has been gifted big jobs and flubbed every one.

Dem women a mess

And yet, the way the Democratic Party is heading, these impediments may not mean a thing. Blunders and character flaws that would have disabled a candidate just 10 years ago are shrugged off and excused, especially when it comes to entitled liberal women with low self-esteem who seemingly can do no wrong.

When the repellent Katie Porter, Democratic front-runner in the 2026 California gubernatorial race, was exposed last week as an unhinged bully with anger management issues in a viral on-air meltdown during a CBS Sacramento interview, the sisterhood rushed to excuse the inexcusable.

Liberal and union luminaries praised the 51-year-old three-time congresswoman as “strong” and “tough” and “the gutsy leader California needs to go toe to toe with Donald Trump.”

Porter was just “having a menopausal moment,” said Joy Behar on “The View,” before turning the criticism to Trump. Maybe she’s “having a bad day,” said her co-host Whoopi Goldberg.

Gee, Porter must have a lot of bad days, judging from leaked videos showing her swearing at staff and abusing them for minor transgressions.

She had to have anger management classes after dumping a bowl of steaming hot potatoes on her ex-husband’s head. The father of her three children subsequently claimed in their divorce that she was prone to “extreme anger,” was “unpredictable and unstable [with] a history of snapping and screaming at [him] and the children.”

Not the sort of person to whom you should give enormous power as governor of our richest state, but Porter clearly appeals to the AWFL cohort of Democratic voters: affluent white female liberals.

Another star of the post-Hillary generation of aspiring AWFL leaders is Abigail Spanberger, a former CIA operative who is front-runner to be Virginia’s next governor.

Disqualifying all over

While she is more polished than Porter, her refusal to disavow or withdraw her endorsement of Democratic ally Jay Jones suggest a moral callousness that belies her carefully cultivated image as an empathetic woman and mother.

In this assassination era, it should have taken every Democrat exactly 1 millisecond to denounce Jones — who is running for AG on the Democratic ticket with Spanberger — and force him out of the race after text messages were revealed in which he expressed violent threats to murder a Republican rival and his children.

Instead, Dems think they can ride out the scandal.

In a previous era, older women used to uphold basic moral standards for younger generations to follow.

But liberals have dispensed with such feminine relics, priding themselves on being even tougher and more ruthless than men in their pursuit of power.

Harris’ sins are more mundane. She was simply a woefully inadequate candidate whose every vapid utterance reminds us that she has been elevated well beyond her abilities, for reasons that are not immediately evident.

But that doesn’t stop her from having an enthusiastic fan base of liberal women, dubbed the “K-Hive,” who flock to her every public engagement and hang off her every vacuous word, despite the fact that she has set back the cause of female candidates half a century. Even the VIP “meet and greet” tickets on her book tour are sold out at $350 a pop, such is the hunger for female leadership on the left.

The women who lined up outside DC’s Warner Theatre to hear Harris speak last week were a “collage of brat nostalgia and MSNBC #Resistance [folk, wearing] the blazer-jeans-Converse combo,” buying campaign buttons that read, “No Kings in America” and “Anti Trump Grandmas Club,” according to the Washington Post.

While her book has been panned for what Bill Maher dubbed its “Everyone Sucks But Me” self-indulgence, it does tap into the reigning girl-boss narrative of liberal women: that they are terribly important and very stressed and the world is there to serve them — especially men, who must always be romantic and supportive and cater to their every whim.

Dastardly to Doug

One scene sums up the attitude.

It’s Harris’ birthday on the campaign trail, and she is looking forward to a “special evening” with her husband, Doug Emhoff, in a posh hotel in Philadelphia.

“I was wondering what he’d planned for the evening. The simple answer: nothing. Not a thing.” It was her staff who ordered a cake and her girlfriends who sent flowers.

Poor Doug at least gave her a present: an expensive designer pearl necklace. But Harris noticed the necklace was engraved with the date of their wedding anniversary, not her birthday.

She was very upset that he had “repurposed” the gift instead of buying her a new one and flounced off to soak in the tub.

But when she called out for a towel, Doug didn’t respond.

He was watching baseball in another room and presumably didn’t hear her. So she called his phone.

“His answer: a casual ‘What’s up?’ Really?! It was a bridge too far,” she writes. “And then we got into it … It was one of those fights every couple has.”

Ummm, no.

Later, Harris had a staffer hand Doug a set of note cards and instruct him to write apologetic notes “telling me how much he loved me” that would be placed on the pillow of her hotel beds for the remainder of the campaign.

Inflated opinions of self-worth are not a recipe for harmony, in life or in politics.