Staff Reports
The news cycle has once again turned into a circus, thanks to Kamala Harris’s latest effort to compete with Donald Trump. As if anyone could forget the former president’s masterful performance at the Al Smith Dinner, where he utilized humor and timing to deliver a comedy set that had everyone laughing. Meanwhile, Kamala, in her infinite wisdom, opted for a pre-recorded act that left viewers questioning whether they were watching a late-night stand-up routine or a cringe-worthy lecture on the virtues of cornflakes.
There’s a term that has entered the lexicon of snappy comebacks: “This is a Wendy’s.” It perfectly encapsulates the essence of dismissing a ridiculous rant, as seen in the way Kamala seems to approach Trump’s comedic jabs. She has become the embodiment of that phrase, wandering the political landscape with all the comedic timing of a broken clock. Waiting for Harris to deliver a punchline is like waiting for a leftist to admit their policies have failed—it’s never going to happen.
This reads like a high school girl with unequited attention for the quarterback who posts a "I never liked him, and he's super ugly and he 'footballs' badly!" tiktok rant.
It's actually pretty hilarious. Sad but funny@jenvanlaar @BuzzPatterson @DaleStarkA10 https://t.co/9dLcVbdHgT— Jim Thompson (@JimmySportToons) October 18, 2024
Kamala Harris didn’t even bother to show up for the dinner, which turned out to be a colossal mistake. While Trump dazzled the audience and left them in stitches, her recorded skit was an exercise in futility—proof that not every vice president can fumble their way into a laugh. Instead of engaging with Trump, she hunkered down with her team and produced content that can only be described as humorless. Was she expecting a ticker-tape parade for her lackluster effort? The reception was about as warm as a chilly November morning.
In response to being upstaged, Harris did what any good politician would do: she took to social media to rant and whine. Her team took potshots rather than embracing the moment, revealing their thin-skinned reaction to Trump’s cleverly executed McDonald’s stunt. For weeks, the ex-president tantalized the media, demanding she prove her past as a fry cook. As if that wasn’t enough, Trump proclaimed he would send her some flowers, or perhaps a humorous twist—maybe a funeral wreath instead.
In true fashion, Harris launched into melodramatic tirades, branding Trump a “fascist” as if it had any disciplinary effect on his supporters. What gets lost in the shuffle is her unrivaled ability to make herself appear unhinged, while projecting the anger typically reserved for someone who just discovered their online order was a day late. It’s quite the sight, watching a vice president melt down over good-natured ribbing from Trump. The adage holds true: if you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen—or in this case, the fast-food joint.
The political landscape has transformed into a comedy show, but someone forgot to tell Kamala Harris that she’s not the headliner. While Trump thrives on the stage, she flounders in a cloud of frustration. Her attempts to grasp hold of the narrative only amplify her shortcomings. The audience is left amused, while Harris valiantly battles the shadow of a former president who continues to demonstrate that he’s more than capable of stealing the spotlight—even while merely pretending to work at a fast-food establishment.
