Kamala Harris
October 20 is Kamala Harris’ birthday. I adore Kamala Harris, but I never had looked up her natal chart — or even her bio — until just a moment ago. She […]
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October 20 is Kamala Harris’ birthday. I adore Kamala Harris, but I never had looked up her natal chart — or even her bio — until just a moment ago. She […]
October 20 is Kamala Harris’ birthday.
I adore Kamala Harris, but I never had looked up her natal chart — or even her bio — until just a moment ago. She grew up in Canada! No wonder she’s such a lovely person.
Honestly, I do believe that living in this country provided her with a perspective that is incomprehensible to the mouth-breathing dimwits who elected the current US government. While those of you south of the border were spending the week watching your President making excuses for the murder of a journalist at the hands of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia on FOX News, I was watching stories on the Canadian news channels about the legalization of marijuana (and the subsequent pardons offered for individuals previously convicted of simple possession) while trying to decide which pop-up clinic to use to get my free flu shot (the one in my gym, or the one in the mall where I work).
Canada is terrific! In my life, I’ve never been more proud to live in this wonderful country where even people who call themselves “conservatives” can understand that there is actual value in the idea of harmony. Trying to get along with one another is a good thing! What a radical concept! I know, right?
Anyway, after spending her formative years growing up in Canada, Kamala Harris returned to her homeland in order to do some actual good for her country of birth rather than just raping it for her own personal gain. I suppose that’s the peacemaking Libra in her. Or maybe she’s just not a steaming pile of shit like most of people in power south of the border.
Harris has her moon in Aries. I don’t have time of birth for her, but it’s likely to be a few degrees away from opposing her sun. That would put it in the same phase as mine. The full moon did occur on her birthday, but very close to the end of the day. Perhaps that’s why I feel a kinship with her — we’re in the waxing moon club! Or maybe it’s our Canadian upbringing. More likely, it’s the fact that we’re not horrible people who would kick your grandmother in the crotch if it meant that she would drop the dollar she was holding in her hand.
I’ll take that any day over the alternative.