Can Kamala Harris' campaign sell the sizzle without the steak?

The Kamala Harris campaign: selling the sizzle, without any steak …

In this podcast episode, we discuss Kamala Harris’ campaign and whether it demonstrates the absolute limits of astroturfing.

Globohomo Ziobankster Inc has turned mass-marketing and high-tech influence operations into an art. From “remember the Lusitania” to “two weeks to slow the spread,” they have managed to sell some whopping lies to a gullible public over the past century (if not longer). But has their well of PR magic finally run dry?

“Sell the sizzle, not the steak,” is an advertising proverb, but with the Harris campaign, they’re trying to sell the sizzle without any steak — and without any sizzle either. The emperor’s new Yass Queen. And the people aren’t buying it.

Ol’ Kackling Kamala. She has all the psychopathy of Barack Obama, George Bush, and Bill Clinton, but none of their charm, charisma, or verbal acuity. (Even W was better spoken than Kamala, which is really saying something.) No principles. No concrete plans for cleaning up the Biden Administration’s mess, and no plausible alibi or explanation as to why she should not be blamed for any of that administration’s blunders. Instead, all we get from her is a bunch of obviously insincere playacting, cringey attempts at humor, and histrionic preaching to the girlboss choir. So no substance, and not even any style either. There’s really nothing. She’s just an empty vessel. A pliant ventriloquist dummy eager to sit in the laps of all the banksters and to do and say whatever they want.

“And this imaginary steak is served with a garnish of fresh parsley!”

Just about the only person more pathetic than Kackling Kamala is her running mate, a bizarre toad-like creature called Tim Walz. Alex Jones said that “they’re putting chemicals in the water that are turning the freaking frogs gay.” Who knows? Maybe they’re also turning the gays into frogs, so now we have gay frogs, like Tim Walz, running for office.

Tim Walz with her husband, Gwen.

Harris/Walz is the lowest quality presidential ticket in living memory, maybe ever. Even Biden, with all the “rust on the iron pentagon” that his Presidency represented, was somehow better than this. They are really scraping rock bottom now. That alone should make us “Waltzpilled,” as

Mark Bisone

put it.

Waltzpilled

But even more abysmal than the product that they’re selling are their attempts to sell it. Every couple of weeks their branding gurus roll out a new slogan. BRAT girl summer. (I still don’t know what that means, and I refuse to find out.) J.D. Vance is WEIRD! (Because Tim Walz is the epitome of normal, healthy masculinity — not to mention all the trannies and cross-dressers in the Biden Administration.) Joy! (So much joy, in fact, that her supporters are sticking their faces in strollers and shrieking at babies.)

In their desperation, they tried to target men,¹ even white men, with their favorite weapon, advertising, but the campaign commercials they created were even more cringe than Kamala when she cackles for half a minute at one of her own bad jokes.

So not only are they running bottom-of-the-barrel candidates, but they’ve apparently got bottom-of-the-barrel marketing teams working on promoting their campaign. We should be doubly Waltzpilled. As Disney has been learning of late, promotion and presentation can only take you so far, when the product your selling is complete garbage. It’s their insane egos that have done it to them. They think they are the best and brightest, and so they don’t even bother to find out why anyone disagrees with them. They’ve been sheltered from reality by easy money, DEI preferences, and a lock on the mainstream media and gatekeeping institutions. But now a viable counter elite is forming,² so their monopoly on the public square is crumbling. Their hubris soared to previously unimaginable heights during their halcyon days of 2020-21; they tossed their mask of sanity in the trash, and freely indulged all their worst impulses in full view of everyone; and now Nemesis is knocking at the door, demanding payment.

The exacting criteria Kuntala Harris had to meet in order to become Vice President: be black — sorry “Black” (blessings be upon them) — and a woman.

We live in interesting times. Will they cheat? Of course. Will they cheat enough to win? Unfortunately, they very well might. What happens then? Who knows. But this cannot go on as it presently is, so it won’t. Time is not on their side. They are losing control of the situation, and they know it. There are lots of chickens throughout the world that will inevitably come home to roost, and there will probably be a couple of big black swans among them. Only God knows where all this will lead.

But for now, we should celebrate our wins. They tried to sell the American people a complete garbage ticket, and they used all their usual marketing mojo — and it didn’t work. The Overton Window has shifted dramatically since 2020 on some incredibly important topics — just four years ago, Twitter would not allow the Hunter Biden laptop story to be shared, and people lost their accounts for saying obviously true things like “trans men are not women.” We’re in the process of seeing certain fundamental principles vindicated. We’re a long way from being in the clear, but we’re also a long way from where we were in 2020-21. And that is something to celebrate.

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1. The Harris/Walz campaign is even going after “Incels for Harris” with advertisements promoting porn use. I guess the message is, “If you’re going to have a fake girlfriend, why not vote for a fake President too?!” I will warn you, this advertisement is disturbing:

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