I think the perfect job for her is being a comedienne “pretending” to be drunk.
New Job Advice For Kamala
- Donald R. McClarey
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 43 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
They forgot, voice over for Woody Woodpecker cartoons! That laugh….
Watching and listening to Kamala’s speech to the students at Prince George’s County is a waste of time. I got 55 lbs dumbbells waiting for back rows during my lunchtime workout, and at least those dumbbells would do me good.
In the Spirit of equal opportunity, diversification and experience, a female “Mayham” would be a great addition to Allstate’s marketing strategy.
Enter miss Mayhem. Kayhem, aka Kamala Harris.
Philip-
That would be amazing!!!
I kinda want somebody to AI that now, except you know they’d sue…
TBO
You have to admit..she has the experience and indifference to pull it off. The laugh is icing on the cake.
Coot hunting decoy. All those weird sounds . . .
Stephen Dalton: on a somewhat related note about Woody Woodpecker’s laugh:
This is from the book “Possessed” by Thomas B Allen, about the exorcism in St. Louis that was the inspiration for the movie, “The Exorcist.”
Page 200: “Several years after locking of the room, one of the Brothers was working as a first-aid man at Camp Don Bosco, a boys summer camp operated by the archdiocese of St. Louis near Hillsboro, Missouri. He was a a gentle. friendly man who stood six feet four inches tall and weighed over two hundred pounds. He was sitting at a table in the mess hall with several other young men of various religious orders. They were talking and enjoying their meal, hardly noticing the radio playing in the background. Then a song based on the theme of the Woody Woodpecker cartoons—a song with Woody’s jangling maniac laugh: ‘Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.’
The burly Alexian lunged across the table and yanked the radio cord from the socket. ‘I can’t stand that song,’ he said. He sat down, trembling, and broke into a sweat. When he calmed down, he told his table mates that night after night in the spring of 1949 he and other brothers had been kept awake by wild, spine-chilling laughter coming from one of the rooms in an old wing of the Alexian Brothers Hospital.”