Kamala Harris served up yet another disastrous word salad with a side of Joyful (cough) Lemon vinaigrette just the other day and it was yet more nonsensical syntax from the former Veep.

Just when we thought she would retire to drinking boxed wine in her backyard, in she hops onto a virtual for Don Lemon’s podcast and, whoooooooh boy…

Grab the bamboo salad tongs and here we go, in 3, 2 and 1.

I really, truly believe this. We each have light inside of us. And we need to know that that is what inspires our hope as much as anything external to ourselves.”-Kamala Harris

Yes, we all have a light inside of us, Kammy. It’s called a soul. Something your party is trying so desperately to rip out of us. Translation: we all have hope. Despite our world telling us we should be hopeless. Now, here’s my question-WHO in our world has been telling us to be hopeless since 2024? WHO has been telling us that dark times are ahead? Here, hope is a NOUN. Moving on.

They made sure to crop this out of the shot. pic.twitter.com/sNNoEluH5t

— Anthony Galli (@AnthonyGalli) June 20, 2026

And when we feel that and and and not allow an election or an individual to dampen that light, and instead light, let that light kind of carry us in particular through moments of darkness, that that we not only act on that hope, but we inspire that hope in each other.”-Kamala Harris

I liken Kamala Harris to some of the pretentious poetry club kids in high school (of which I was once a part) or the bohemian university creative writing majors (of which I was also a part, once upon a time, minus all the drugs). At least some of these individuals are a little more well-read. But why say something simply, when we can wax philosophical? Why say it succinctly when we want others to think we are oh-so-introspective and smart? Then again, if you had some of that good California ganja paired with a few glasses of Shiraz, you might orate ala Kalama, too. Hope, here, is also a noun. Hope. Joy. Vibes. Feels. The light, even.

She actually believes that she represents light? Now that’s delusional.

— Dawn (@Dawn025814227) June 20, 2026

High (no pun intended) hopes. The word, hope, is also used as a noun here. Don Lemmon, in front of his whopping two viewers, also asked Kamala Harris if she would run for President again for 2028.

I have not decided, to be honest with you. I’ve been spending a lot of time traveling the country [and] listening to folks. I think that people want a leader who is willing to take risks, as opposed to just doing what is popular.”-Kamala Harris

Wow. Listening to folks?! Like when “folks” were asking, begging, pleading, for Biden’s Vice President and border czar to actually DO SOMETHING about our borders when criminals and drugs were pouring in? Oh, yeah. And laughing about the seriousness of the task when asked what she was going to do about it? What risks, exactly, did Kamala Harris take when she was in office? We wait for the answers.

Kamala Harris perfectly illustrates the term "talking in circles." She's exhausting. Just go away.

— Michelle (@Liberty_Chelle) June 20, 2026

Wait, Venn Diagrams have circles, right? But hope? Hope is a thing with feathers. It’s a noun. But it should be a verb, says Kamala Harris.

And, in particular, at this moment, it is so important that we not only have hope, but that we understand that that should be a verb.”-Kamala Harris

Kamala Harris said some very dumb things in the past but this one may take the cake. Hope should be a verb. Did someone just not tell her when she got her JD?

Don't be unburdened by the light which is burdeness to which we look to the light bulb.

— The Real CornPop (@RIP_Layne) June 20, 2026

Good God. Hope IS a verb. We alternate between hope (noun) that Kamala Harris runs on the 2028 ticket and that she never darkens the doors of The White House again. At the same time, we are hoping (verb) that Kamala Harris runs on the 2028 ticket for some good laughs and that she never darkens the doors of The White House again.

It’s a (word salad) toss up, really.

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