Slop.

She was also part of the administration that gave continued, open, full-spectrum support for israel's genocide and sent riot cops to beat down the college kids protesting it. I suspect this also factored into her loss.

There is a huge well of racism and sexism in america that makes anyone not white male to run for the highest office and harder for each deviation from it.

Obama was the most popular president in decades because he was willing to lie and say "I will do good things". Harris was not willing to lie and say "I will do good things" because her donors would get mad.

Even if she was DaPerfectCandidate, the platform she ran on was the problem. They repeated over and over "we will keep doing the same thing we have been doing and we are proud of ourselves". People hated that. Biden won because he promised things people wanted, and then (unsurprisingly) didn't do. Now this person was saying "yeah we will keep on not doing the thing you voted us to do, oh btw a bit more racist and homophobic cuz that's what the republicans want"

No amount of "weird" rethoric would salvage that.

This situtation mirrors perfectly why Hillary lost. Obama promised cool things, didn't do them, people gave him a second chance, didn't do shit either, and now comes this lady not even promising cool things, people said "Fuck off, I'm not voting for you, maybe not voting at all"

Trump and Covid happened, massive shift in the whole world, now suddenly every fucking disgusting Dem slug was promising good things, people fell for it again because, hey everything is different now, maybe they are different too. But obviously wasn't the case.

All she had to do was promise to pull the US out of doing a genocide. Heck, she could have simply shown some pushback to Joe. But nope. She’s a zionist so…

I voted for a woman of color who wasn't pro-genocide

I Will Ensure America Has The strongest, Most lethal Fighting Force In The World

all she had to do was lie about the slightest relaxation of the murder campaign against Palestine but she wasn't willing to piss off the zionists

The night before the Oklahoma rally I met with my campaign manger, Robby Mook. Robby was in charge of the campaign computers, but he was so smart that in many ways he was like a computer. He had bad news. "Oklahomans see you as an aloof New York intellectual," he explained. "They'll never vote for someone like that. You need an image they can understand and respect."

"What if I ate a big hunk of beef on stage?" I helpfully suggested. "We need to think bigger," said Robby. "I've consulted the Algorithm. It told me that Oklahoma voters love cowboys." I liked where this was going. "It also told me that what they hate most is ... cattle rustlers."

"Robby, you're a genius," I said. We spent that night crafting my new persona, a persona we believed would win me the election. The next day, I sauntered onto an Oklahoma stage wearing a full cowboy outfit, firing a pair of six shooters in the air. "Howdy," I said to the crowd, "I'm Sheriff Hillary," I received the biggest applause of my whole career.

"If there's one thing I hate," I announced, "it's varmints. And the worst varmints of all are cattle rustlers. make me your president and I'll put a bullet between the eyes of every rustler in this state." For emphasis, I bit a chunk out of a hunk of beef.

The crowd roared. They loved it. A chant started: "Death to rustlers! Death to rustlers!" Then a scuffle broke out in the front row. Three men dressed in denim tackled and hogtied a small, weasely-looking fellow. They dragged him up on stage.

"Ms. Clinton," one man said, "this fella here is a rustler. He stole three of my prize cows last spring. If you kill him right now, everyone in this room will vote for you." The crowd began a new chant: "Blood! Blood! Blood!"

The bound man pleaded with me. "Yes, I stole those cows," he said, "but I only did it because my family was starving. Please, spare me. I'll never rustle again." My life and career have been defined by hard choices. This was perhaps the hardest choice of all. My phone buzzed. A text from Robby. It read, "The Algorithm says: the rustler dies." "I'm sorry," I told the man as I raised a pistol. "It's not me. It's the Algorithm."

I squeezed the trigger.

Blue shells only target the person winning, so that would never work.