I’m a Millennial Latin Medical Student. Here’s 8 Reasons Why We Lost.

Latinos hard workers, care about family, and are hella Catholic (so to speak). We don’t mind rough and malicious jokes because they have thick skin and generally come from far more politically vicious countries than the US. We hugetly care about the immigration issue. We don’t want sugarcoating—we want real solutions. We want immigrants to work as hard we did to find our place in America, not show up, cry “Asylum”, then walk in, with a bunch of services. We are as varied as Anglo-Saxons, and after a few generations in America, no longer really identify as Latinos any more than those with Western European roots identify with their native ethnicity. We’re Americans, dammit. Cut the identity politics and just treat us that way.

Kamala either wouldn’t, or couldn’t, name a single thing she would have done differently from Biden these past 4 years. Pathetic, and missed opportunity to be bold. This is a microcosm of Kamala: when presented with opportunities to shoot for the moon, she talked about how much she loved and valued space travel, but never launched the rocket

3 of 4 Americans polled as they exited voting booths said they were worse off now than they were 4 years ago. Telling them they actually weren’t was insulting. People know how much money they have, we account every day.

Her mannerisms are disingenuous and give me the creeps. I liked her SNL clone more than her. Especially that laugh. And how she smiled at the camera for like 30 seconds straight on SNL, just Freaky Deaky, man. The camera needs to love you. It’s hard to love weirdness. And Walz was no eye-party, either.

Taylor can sing. So can Beyonce and J-Lo.

Let’s also recognize the irony here: Beyonce and J-Lo are as well-known for their big giant asses as they are their songs, and have played up that sexuality, big-time, to get where they are. Now they’re feminists?

Bad Bunny can rap, but the day I take actual advice from him is the day I choose to reduce my IQ. Not happening,

Every single celebrity, every A-lister, even ones from beyond the grave came and voiced their endorsements of Kamala. Thing is, when so many do it, nobody cares anymore. Hollywood elites have had a reputation as Marie Antoinette type figures, and that’s only increased in recent years. I think it’s officially clear, nobody gives a crap about celebrity endorsements, and they create a false aura of ubiquitous appeal. “But what does Ja Rule think?” Who. Fn. Cares.

A quiet rebellion is taking place that we’re missing. The Black Dad is damn well sick of being dissed, told he’s not present, and scolded. The Black Dad does not want to be represented by bald lesbian black ladies, AOC, and prudish white women. The Black Dad is ready to swing his sh*t, be a damn AMERICAN, taken seriously, seen as an individual, and not shamed into voting for culture issues.

We don’t see him, yet, but we will. He just smacked us in the head.

Kamala, I got the 1980s on the phone: they want their campaign tactics back.

Phone banks? Door knocks?

Call my landline from an unknown number. Knock on my door when I am not expecting you. Then eat the angry silence I respond with.

We all saw Biden’s decline, even with brief glimpses. She saw it every day. But rather than act in time to have a fair run-off that would have given us choices, she waited for it to collapse, too late in the game to do anything other than hand the ball to her.

That’s not Loyalty. It’s Dishonesty.