Harris didn’t stop at the teaser. In a rare moment of candor—filtered through her trademark word-salad delivery—she reflected on the 2024 election, calling it “the closest in history.” Closest? Tell that to the millions of Americans who rejected her radical San Francisco values in a landslide that saw Trump secure 312 electoral votes to her paltry 226. Yet there she was, painting her defeat as some nail-biter thriller, conveniently ignoring the border crisis she botched, the inflation she fueled, and the “joy” she promised that turned into national despair. “We were so close,” she told the star-struck crowd of Silicon Valley elites, her voice dripping with that rehearsed optimism. “And I promise you, my family—and your families—will live to see the day America elects its first female president.” The room erupted in applause, champagne flutes clinking like the sound of delusion in a echo chamber. But outside those gilded walls, the reaction was more like a collective eye-roll from flyover country.

Make no mistake: this is Harris channeling her inner Hillary Clinton, the bitter echo of 2016’s “what happened?” sequel. Remember when Clinton blamed everyone from Comey to cosmic rays for her loss? Harris is already scripting her own grievance tour, downplaying the 2024 repudiation as a mere “blip” in the march toward progressive utopia. Sources close to the event whisper that Harris spent much of the evening name-dropping potential running mates—think Michigan Gov. Gretchen Whitmer for that Midwest firewall or Pennsylvania Sen. John Fetterman, if he’s recovered from his basement-dwelling days. But the real juice? She’s courting the Obama wing hard, with whispers of a reunion fundraiser in Chicago next month. Valerie Jarrett, Obama’s gatekeeper, was spotted in the crowd, nodding approvingly as Harris vowed to “finish what we started” on everything from Green New Deal fever dreams to defunding the police.

From a Fox News perspective, this tease is a goldmine of irony—and a warning shot for Democrats already fracturing like a bad batch of Jell-O. Harris’s 2024 flameout wasn’t just close; it was a repudiation of the entire woke playbook she embodied. Under her watch as VP, illegal crossings hit 10 million, fentanyl poured in like cheap wine, and her “equity” crusades left working families scraping by amid 9% inflation peaks. Trump called her out relentlessly: “Kamala’s a disaster—worst VP ever!” And the voters agreed, flipping swing states red in droves. Now, she’s back, peddling the same tired lines about “unburdened by what has been” while burdened by a resume of prosecutorial flip-flops and cackling pressers. Donors lapped it up—Google’s Sundar Pichai ponied up $500K, and Netflix’s Ted Sarandos matched it—but let’s be real: Silicon Valley’s checkbook doesn’t vote in Ohio or Pennsylvania.

The timing reeks of desperation. With Trump back in the Oval, dismantling Biden-Harris wreckage via executive orders on day one—from mass deportations to energy independence—Harris’s “not done yet” feels like a Hail Mary from the losing locker room. Polls back this up: A fresh Fox News survey shows Harris’s favorability languishing at 38%, with only 22% of independents eyeing her as the 2028 Democratic frontrunner. She’s got company in the clown car, too—Gavin Newsom’s already barnstorming Iowa, whispering “California dreamin'” to corn farmers, while Pete Buttigieg polishes his wonky Midwestern charm offensive. But Harris? She’s the establishment favorite, the one with the Rolodex of Wall Street bundlers and Hollywood has-beens. Her vow about the “first female president” is particularly galling—a nod to her own historic run that’s now footnote fodder. As if gender trumps governance. America tried a female VP; it gave us chaos. Why bet the farm on an encore?

Insiders say the donor dinner was more war room than wine tasting. Harris huddled with strategist David Plouffe post-meal, mapping a “reset” narrative: Frame 2024 as a “stolen” close call (echoes of 2020, anyone?), pivot to anti-Trump resistance, and lean into identity politics on steroids. “She’s not quitting,” one attendee gushed to Politico. “This is her moment to rebuild.” Rebuild what? The blue wall she helped crumble? The coalition that fled her for RFK Jr.’s independents?

Fox News viewers, you’ve seen this movie before. The Democrats’ circular firing squad is loading up, with AOC’s squad sniping from the flanks and Manchin moderates muttering about third-party temptations. Harris’s hint isn’t inspiration; it’s inflation for egos already bloated on coastal cash. Trump, meanwhile, is laser-focused: tariffs up, borders sealed, economy roaring. If Harris runs, it’ll be a target-rich environment—her “closest race” delusion versus his mandate.

As the clip of her “I’m not done yet” goes viral—racking up 1.2 million views on X by morning—expect the late-night comics to feast. But here’s the Fox take: America spoke in 2024. Loudly. Harris ignoring that? That’s not resilience; that’s denial. Her family’s dream of a female president might come true someday—with a leader who earns it, not one who whines about it. Until then, “not done yet” just means more headaches for a party desperate for direction. Stay tuned—2028’s shaping up to be a Trump rerun worth watching.