Kamala brings tears to the eyes of handfuls of bloody, smelly, confused, yet inspirational high school men. Among the men, a young woman in a black hoodie. Note that America’s beliefs are reflected through her confused, adolescent stare. Mouth agape. But that’s important….. right?…. Because she is one of the children. Our children……….right?……..Of our community. So, she’s our child…….As the vultures and stench of foul sewer decay followed Kamala to the private aircraft, the coach turned to his team. “Team, I can tell you’re tired. Kamala even knew, somehow. We will not go to the White House for that tour and we will not have her speaking at this school again.” The locker room erupted, louder than the collective cries after the loss. The coach finally had his moment. Tremendous relief. The evening of festive, heavy hearted celebration of the championship loss had a cherry to top things off, just a’waitin. A White House handler handed out handfuls of hard hydrogenated hickory honied ham, a hallowed Howard Bison honorary feast. A traditional gesture in light of the courageous, and deeply inspirational loss. Inspirational enough to bring Kamala pause while speaking of the inspiration. Kamala’s Handler (gentleman who’s skin appears as a light source on screen) had this to say, “Hello! Good night, everyone.” The gentleman-Handler, Footlight Lori, was later seen diving into the trunk of an unmarked mini van filled with strange men wearing nun masks and holding assault rifles. One witness claimed they thought they saw Barack Obama driving with a child in his lap, but it may have just been Justin Trudeau. There was an annual Socialist T.W.A.T. convention that Trudeau has been known to show up to, dressed as RDJ from Tropic Thunder. All that said, keep playing with chin up and shoulders back, y’all. Thug life. Free Nelson Mandela. All accounts have been paraphrased due to the patriot act. #inspirationalquotes #kamalaharris #camel #whateverhernameis #powerfulbeyondmeasure #politics