107 Days

by Kamala Harris

Philippe Reines was my sparring partner. He was a longtime political operative who had served Hillary in her Senate and presidential campaigns and worked for her in the State Department. He’d had various roles but was perhaps most well-known as her take-no-prisoners, highly combative press spokesman. He’d called a reporter’s question “asinine” and told another to “fuck off.” He was able to harness this natural aggression when channeling Donald Trump. Reines had played Trump during Hillary’s debate prep in 2016, and he approached the role with the dedication of a method actor. He had studied Trump’s debates frame by frame, learning his every gesture. He’d memorized everything he’d said and exactly how he said it. Every night, he watched the video of Trump’s latest rant to see if he’d updated any lines of attack. He wore makeup to give his skin an orange tinge, tortured his elegantly graying hair into a facsimile of Trump’s cotton candy comb-over, and sported a long red tie dangling over his belt. He was also a total jerk—but solely in pursuit of honing my performance. He lied, was confrontational, tried to rattle me one moment, distract me the next. It was a high-level hazing. Not even during our breaks did he step out of character.

Trump is just a man guys. He's not the devil lol.