Kamala Harris’ new book is a sure to be another self-congratulatory look at how she lost — please unburden us

They say history is written by the victors.

But, following Hillary Clinton’s template, presidential loser Kamala Harris is giving the world her take – whether it’s wanted or not.

On Wednesday, Harris announced that she wasn’t running for California Governor in 2026.

And a day later, she told disappointed “KHive” dwellers – all remaining five of them – they needn’t fret.

The politician formerly know for being “Brat,” said she has written a memoir of the “shortest presidential campaign in modern history.”

A diary of defeat.

It’s called “107 Days.”

Appropriately, she’ll be promoting it on CBS’s recently canceled “The Late Show with Stephen Colbert.”

So. Much. Winning.

“With candor and reflection, I’ve written a behind the scenes account of that journey. I believe there’s value in sharing what I saw, what I learned and what I know it will take to move forward,” she said in a video shared on X.

Anything written on her ill-fated attempt to win the White House should be a grim autopsy on a spectacularly bad campaign with a historically terrible candidate.

A manual on what not to do.

But, judging by the tone of her messaging, she’s clearly giving her disastrous presidential run a postmortem glow up.

Harris is pumping it up to be a profound work that unlocks some long-held secrets about the wants and needs of Americans – as if we don’t already know they are affordability, freedom, safety and Sydney Sweeney in a denim ad.

I’ll bet it’s filled with vignettes about people she met along the way, the pages padded with selections from her word salad bar. In it, she’ll write about being “unburdened,” “eating ‘no’ for breakfast” and all about the “dreams and aspirations” of Americans.

“In writing this book, one truth kept coming back to me. Sometimes the fight takes a while, but I remain full of hope and I remain clear-eyed. I will never stop to make our country reflect the very best of its ideals,” she added.

How comforting for us.

The truth is that this will be just like her campaign: filled with empty platitudes and absent of substance.

I expect other selections to focus on her running mate Tim Walz becoming her Doritos gimp, tossing her bags of her favorite snack during a campaign stop at a Sheetz.

Or maybe how she was able to marshal the entire entertainment establishment to play concerts for her rallies in cities across the nation. And how cool it was to have Oprah throw a star-studded special for her.

Hers was a campaign that really connected with everyday folks.

Let’s remember that Harris was made the Dem candidate because after Joe Biden’s catastrophic debate against Donald Trump, the party could no longer hide the fact that they were running a confused old man grappling with disqualifying cognitive issues.

Her very placement in that role circumvented the democratic process. She didn’t win a primary. She arrived on the scene and was instantly bubble wrapped by the party and most of the institutional media, who threw her pep rallies in their pages and on their airwaves.

And still, she was ill-prepared, out of her depth, unable and unwilling to articulate her shift from her extremely woke political positions of 2020, which had become toxic.

The stories that would truly be of interest will be avoided like she avoided Joe Rogan. Big mistake.

For instance, how did it feel to fumble the layup from “The View” co-host Sunny Hostin, who asked Harris what she’d do differently than Biden.

She replied, “there is not a thing that comes to mind.”

Or what she actually knew about Biden’s mental decline?

At what point did she realize that Tampon Tim [Walz] was the undisputed lying champion of the world?

Did she regret telling a tale about working the fryer at McDonalds?

And even better, we’d love the real behind-the-scenes play-by-play after her husband Doug Emhoff was accused by an ex-girlfriend of slapping her at the Cannes film festival in 2012.

No one dared ask Harris or Emhoff, who had been held up as some sexy male feminist, about the disturbing allegations.

There are so many lingering questions.

But she will offer no personal insights, no authentic look at the woman behind the cackle or raw assessment of what really happened.

The book is only meant to serve as more propaganda – a useless attempt to revive her dead political career.