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Which isn't to say that I never loved Kamala. I actually did love her during the first Democratic debate back in June 2019 (See post form 6/28/2019, "The Air Is Hummin'").
But then, in truth, by the end of that first two-part debate I liked almost every one of the twenty candidates. Each of them brought new energy, excitement, passion and sparkle. At that time I could see any one of them as President,
And though Kamala Harris rocketed in the polls after that first debate, during which she'd gotten medieval on old Joe for racial policy sins from his past,
And I, for one, forgot that I'd once loved Kamala Harris.
Of course Harris's name still appeared to be floating somewhere in the pool of potential candidates under consideration by Biden for his VP pick, but, one assumed, would hardly be under any serious consideration, not after the clocking she'd given him during the debate.
More interesting and discussion-worthy were the other women whose names we were hearing and wondering about: What about Staci Abrams? Val Demmings? Elizabeth Warren? Gretchen Whitmer? Susan Rice? Karen Bass? Which one would be the best choice for Biden for a winning ticket? Which would be the best choice for President should it come to that?
(As for me, I was on team Tammy Duckworth for a while).
And yet when it was announced this past Tuesday that Kamala Harris would be Joe Biden's running mate the news was greeted by Biden's supporters with elation. It was as if the joining of two seemingly incompatible elements had produced some wonderful chemical reaction that fired us up and suddenly made it abundantly clear to us all that Harris was the best of all possible choices as the other half of a Biden ticket, the only choice all along.