Question: As a Horde of Candidates Line Up for 2020, is this the Best the Democrats Can Do?

Prof. Elizabeth Warren and members of the CFPB staff attend a meeting with stakeholders on open government matters. Photo by CFPB

Dov Fischer, writing at The American Spectator explains some hard truths about the slate of Democrats who are preparing to challenge President Trump for the presidency in 2020. Chief among his targets is Kamala Harris, of whom he writes:

Kamala Harris (D-CA) outshone her senior partner, Dianne Feinstein (D-CA), this year of California Fires in Paradise and Senators from Purgatory. As Kamala gets even better known, the public will start learning more about how she rose to the top from the bottom. Kamala Harris slept her way into prominence by being the public escort and consort of a guy named Willie Brown, who was California Democrat Boss in his day. During the incredibly public affair, everyone knew of it and also knew that Brown still was very married. In the poetically immortal words of Blanche Brown, the ostensibly feckless wife: “Listen, she may have him at the moment, but come inauguration day and he’s up there on the platform being sworn in, I’ll be the b***h holding the Bible.” (Well, maybe Blanche had some feck.) Today Kamala Harris preaches morality. In California politics, when someone says “Kamala is lying,” the response is not: “About what?” Rather the response is: “With whom?” Kamala is fortunate that an undergraduate at Barnard already seems to have cornered the nickname “The Mattress Girl.”

Kamala! Kamala!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre
But in Kamala, Kamala
That’s how conditions are.

If they make her rise into a musical, at least one of the songs should be to the melody of mypillow.com.

Fischer’s criticism isn’t limited to Harris though. He hammers Elizabeth Warren:

In a seminole moment in the year’s politics, Elizabeth Warren (D-MA) set out to prove definitively that she was worthy of being denominated as the Harvard faculty’s first woman of color. Her DNA blood tests came back, and it emerged that she has about as much Native American blood as Andrew Jackson and George Armstrong Custer. For a while, President Trump fretted that he no longer could call her “Pocahontas” because she was so Indian-free. No word yet on whether she will sioux the DNA analysts, but she came under a furious Cherokee attack. Sen. Speaking Bull may be waiting for 2020 for her last stand.

And Cory Booker, whom he calls Spartacus:

Cory Booker (D-NJ) compared himself to Spartacus. The two differ only in how they respectively spent their days of young manhood. The fictional Spartacus devoted those years to fighting the Roman empire in a desperate life-or-death struggle to end slavery. The cost: he was crucified. The fictitious Cory Booker spent those same years trying to get his hands inside women’s undergarments. For his efforts, he ended up on the Senate Judiciary Committee, preaching morality to Brett M. Kavanaugh, a moral pillar whose main infraction apparently is that he likes beer and once was a teenage boy. During the Blasey Ford questioning, Booker was seated beyond arm’s length from the witness.