Well folks, if you thought the Democratic Party’s 2024 campaign was a flaming clown car crashing into a fireworks factory, Kamala Harris just lit the fuse for the encore. In a juicy excerpt from her upcoming book titled *107 Days* — which, let’s be honest, sounds more like a bad Netflix documentary than a presidential memoir — Harris reveals that her first choice for vice president wasn’t Tim Walz. Nope. It was none other than Pete Buttigieg, the former transportation secretary who couldn’t fix a pothole if you handed him a shovel and a GPS. But apparently, he was “too big of a risk.” And not because of his record. Oh no, it was all about identity politics, baby.

According to Harris, she loved Pete. She loved working with him. She adored his husband. Heck, she practically wrote a Valentine’s Day card in the book. But in the end, she decided the country couldn’t handle the political equivalent of a Benetton ad — a Black woman, married to a Jewish man, running alongside a gay white guy from Indiana. That, she claims, was just one diversity checkmark too far.

“I wanted to say, ‘Screw it, let’s just do it,’” Harris wrote. Which, incidentally, could also be the motto of the entire Democratic campaign strategy: zero planning, all vibes. But instead, she went with the safe bet — Tim Walz, a man so generically Midwestern he might as well have come with a casserole and a weather report. And how’d that work out? Oh right, she and Walz lost to President Trump and Vice President JD Vance in a landslide. So much for playing it safe.

Now, let’s pause for a moment and appreciate what this confession really reveals. Kamala Harris didn’t pick her running mate based on qualifications, leadership, or vision for America. No, she made her decision based on how many demographic boxes she could check without triggering voter whiplash. It’s like casting a sitcom, not leading the free world.

This is the Democratic Party’s problem in a nutshell. They’re obsessed with optics, identities, and what some think tank intern at MSNBC might tweet. They’re not interested in winning over Americans with ideas. They’d rather build a political Frankenstein stitched together from every possible subgroup and hope it doesn’t implode by election day. Spoiler alert: it did.

And let’s not forget that Pete Buttigieg, the man Harris fawned over, spent his tenure as transportation secretary overseeing supply chain meltdowns, airline chaos, and train derailments. The man couldn’t coordinate a bike lane, let alone a national campaign. But sure, let’s call him a “sincere public servant with the rare talent of framing liberal arguments in a way conservatives can hear.” Lady, we heard him. We just weren’t buying what he was selling.

Meanwhile, Harris is out here treating her failed campaign like it was some kind of noble martyrdom. Her book promises an “unfiltered look” at the heartbreaks of a “history-defining race.” Please. The only thing it defined was how out of touch Democrats are with the rest of the country. You can’t win elections by checking boxes and hoping the media bails you out. America wants leaders, not diversity consultants.

So now, as Harris prepares to launch her book tour and relive her glorious 107 days of losing, the rest of us get a front-row seat to the Democratic Party’s ongoing identity crisis. And if this is the best they’ve got heading into 2028, well, they might want to start prepping for another long, cold winter in political Siberia.

President Trump’s second term is in full swing. The economy is rebounding, the border is being secured, and the grown-ups are back in charge. Meanwhile, Kamala’s still writing love letters to Pete Buttigieg and wondering why America didn’t buy her political mixtape. Maybe next time she’ll realize that leadership isn’t about what you look like. It’s about what you stand for. And the Democrats? They’re still standing in a circle trying to find a message that doesn’t come with a trigger warning.