Kama Kama Kama Kama Kama Chameleon. She comes and goes. She comes and goes.

In an effort both audacious and comical, Vice President and Border Czar Kamala Harris is remaking herself, changing her colors like that little lizard with the big eyes and the prehensile tail. Normally, we’d laugh it off, knowing that the American people ultimately tend to get it right. But then we remind ourselves: These are the same American people who “elected” Joe Biden just four years ago.

Speaking of audacity, how about the Praetorian media’s manful effort to deny that Harris was ever Joe Biden’s border czar? Our Emmy Griffin annihilated this argument a few days ago, with a little help from the media itself.

It’s weird, huh, the way the mainstream media attacks Republicans for “pouncing” on them simply for playing their own words back to them.

As for Harris’s flip-flops, even The New York Times has noticed: “In addition to changing her position on fracking,” it writes, “campaign officials said she now backed the Biden administration’s budget requests for increased funding for border enforcement; no longer supported a single-payer health insurance program; and echoed Mr. Biden’s call for banning assault weapons but not a requirement to sell them to the federal government.”

To borrow from failed Democrat presidential candidate John Kerry: Harris was for these things before she was against them. Or against them before she was for them. Or something.

Perhaps the Times realizes that it’s better of getting these flip-flops out in the open now and giving its gal a chance to explain herself rather than waiting for the inevitable onslaught from the Trump campaign. Indeed, the ads practically write themselves.

Harris’s policy positions seem to be freshness dated, meant for immediate consumption only by the audience to whom they’re directed. But her fracking flip-flop is perhaps the most craven, the most glaring, and the most cynically opportunistic. During her low-single-digits run for the presidency four years ago, which peaked on the day she announced and went steadily downhill thereafter, Harris had this to say about the engineering marvel of pulling natural gas and oil out of shale rock: “There’s no question I’m in favor of banning fracking,” she said on CNN back in 2019.

That seems pretty unequivocal, doesn’t it? Unfortunately for Harris, that position won’t play in Pennsylvania, whose 19 electoral votes are a must-have for the Democrats’ presidential prospects. And so, she’s since recalibrated, having told The Hill last week that she won’t ban fracking if elected.

Even Harris’s race seems subject to change without notice, as Donald Trump pointed out yesterday during a hostile interview at the National Association of Black Journalists conference. “I’ve known her for a long time, indirectly, not directly,” said Trump in response to a question about Harris’s inarguable status as a DEI hire, “and she was always of Indian heritage, and she was only promoting Indian heritage. I didn’t know she was black until a number of years ago when she happened to turn black. And now she wants to be known as black. So, I don’t know — is she Indian or is she black?”

Our Mark Alexander profiled Harris earlier this week, shedding light on some little-known elements of her ancestry and upbringing. Did you know, for example, that her dad was a Stanford professor and Marxist scholar with a pied piper’s penchant for luring students away from the free market and into the utopian swamp?

As we think about it, there’s certainly a Marxist quality to all this — a Groucho Marxist quality. These are my principles, Kamala Harris seems to be saying with all these flip-flops. And if you don’t like them, I have others.