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Friends, I would like to draw your attention to a highly disturbing coincidence... if indeed it is one.
On August 9, professional wrestler James "Kamala" Harris died at age 70. Harris was a major star of the glory years of wrestling, known for his rivalries with Hulk Hogan and Andre the Giant, and was both loved and feared by fans for his titanic bulk and his gimmick of a cannibalistic jungle savage. Just take a look at him and see if you don't flinch in horror:
Again, the date of his death was August 9.
Only two days later, on August 11, Joe Biden nominated Kamala Harris as his running mate.
Was Biden pandering to nostalgic wrestling fans? Or was there a deeper connection — one altogether more sinister?
I should now point out that Kamala Harris (the politician) is nowhere near as savage in appearance as "Kamala" Harris, the wrestler. In fact, she hardly has any Negroid features. Her skin is light — lighter than that of many white people. The jutting jaw and innertube lips of Michelle O. are nowhere to be seen. She's the type of person, in short, whose racial ancestry can only be settled with a DNA test, or at least a finely tuned pair of calipers.
This has led some to speculate that she may not be black at all, but is instead another Rachel Dolezal in pursuit of the immense social cachet that blackness bestows in our country. For a politician, this means votes.
Where does the other Kamala come in?
When James Harris was alive, his body was a reservoir of pure African DNA — genetic material which could, in theory, be injected into a white woman in order to change the makeup of her cells. If a white politician wanted to become black, she could do no better than to fill her veins with the darkest strain of Congoid blood around. And maybe, just maybe, that is what Kamala Harris was doing.
So. A white woman used the blood of an African man, for years or even decades, to change her race. It may not have made her look 100% black, but it did do this: it allowed her to prove, under medical examination and testing (including a polygraph test), that she was of sub-Saharan descent. Whatever her name originally was, it was clearly unsuitable for a proud woman of color. It was probably something like… “Karen”.
How better to christen her new identity, than in tribute to the very donor who made the transformation possible?
Now it all makes sense. And for the final piece of the puzzle: when James Harris died, Kamala’s (or Karen’s) supply of black blood ran out. The journey was over. The results weren’t ideal, but they were enough. Finding another Negro to continue the procedure was too risky, because anyone else who got involved could potentially expose the scam. It was time to go big or go home.
Biden and Harris waited until she was as black as she was ever going to get, and then he nominated her — putting her front and center on the national stage.
Or, even worse — and perhaps more likely — when the hour arrived and the need for secrecy was paramount, Team Biden had James Harris killed.
Of course, it could just be a coincidence.
But you don’t really believe that, do you?
On August 9, professional wrestler James "Kamala" Harris died at age 70. Harris was a major star of the glory years of wrestling, known for his rivalries with Hulk Hogan and Andre the Giant, and was both loved and feared by fans for his titanic bulk and his gimmick of a cannibalistic jungle savage. Just take a look at him and see if you don't flinch in horror:
Again, the date of his death was August 9.
Only two days later, on August 11, Joe Biden nominated Kamala Harris as his running mate.
Was Biden pandering to nostalgic wrestling fans? Or was there a deeper connection — one altogether more sinister?
I should now point out that Kamala Harris (the politician) is nowhere near as savage in appearance as "Kamala" Harris, the wrestler. In fact, she hardly has any Negroid features. Her skin is light — lighter than that of many white people. The jutting jaw and innertube lips of Michelle O. are nowhere to be seen. She's the type of person, in short, whose racial ancestry can only be settled with a DNA test, or at least a finely tuned pair of calipers.
This has led some to speculate that she may not be black at all, but is instead another Rachel Dolezal in pursuit of the immense social cachet that blackness bestows in our country. For a politician, this means votes.
Where does the other Kamala come in?
When James Harris was alive, his body was a reservoir of pure African DNA — genetic material which could, in theory, be injected into a white woman in order to change the makeup of her cells. If a white politician wanted to become black, she could do no better than to fill her veins with the darkest strain of Congoid blood around. And maybe, just maybe, that is what Kamala Harris was doing.
So. A white woman used the blood of an African man, for years or even decades, to change her race. It may not have made her look 100% black, but it did do this: it allowed her to prove, under medical examination and testing (including a polygraph test), that she was of sub-Saharan descent. Whatever her name originally was, it was clearly unsuitable for a proud woman of color. It was probably something like… “Karen”.
How better to christen her new identity, than in tribute to the very donor who made the transformation possible?
Now it all makes sense. And for the final piece of the puzzle: when James Harris died, Kamala’s (or Karen’s) supply of black blood ran out. The journey was over. The results weren’t ideal, but they were enough. Finding another Negro to continue the procedure was too risky, because anyone else who got involved could potentially expose the scam. It was time to go big or go home.
Biden and Harris waited until she was as black as she was ever going to get, and then he nominated her — putting her front and center on the national stage.
Or, even worse — and perhaps more likely — when the hour arrived and the need for secrecy was paramount, Team Biden had James Harris killed.
Of course, it could just be a coincidence.
But you don’t really believe that, do you?
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