Carville Tells Kamala Harris That Dems Want Nothing To Do With Her In 2028
Longtime Democratic strategist James Carville had blunt advice Thursday for former Vice President Kamala Harris and her political allies: the Democratic Party wants nothing to do with them in 2028.
Since the 2024 election, Democrats have had a strained relationship with both former President Joe Biden and Harris, who have remained in the public eye despite many in the party wishing they would quietly step aside.
Harris recently announced she would not run for California governor — a decision that has fueled speculation she is keeping her options open for another presidential run in 2028. But on his Politics War Room podcast, Carville dismissed any fears that Democrats would rally behind her again.
“Don’t be terrified,” Carville told one concerned listener. “She wisely chose not to run for governor of California.”
Carville said flatly that Harris will not be the Democratic Party nominee in 2028.
“Anybody that had anything to do with 2024, the party wants to move on from that,” he said. “This isn’t anybody’s fault.”
“This goes to Walz, too. I wouldn’t run again,” Carville said. “If I were your friend, if I were your chief advisor, I’m doing this not from a personal standpoint, but because this is not going to be the environment where Democrats look to anybody connected to the 2024 campaign.”
Carville’s co-host, Al Hunt, aimed his own parting shot at Biden: “Joe Biden, would you please go take the restful retirement you so richly deserve?”
Several top Democrats, such as Harris, former Transportation Secretary Pete Buttigieg, and California Democratic Gov. Gavin Newsom, are all expected to run for president in 2028.
But one young, up-and-coming figure says he is not planning to jump into the race, CNN noted.
Maryland Democratic Gov. Wes Moore says he will not run for president in 2028, despite being frequently touted among Democrats as a prospective presidential contender.
That hasn’t prevented continuous speculation about his future political aspirations, especially since he continues to make engagements outside of Maryland, which boost his national image. On Friday, he will fly to South Carolina, an early presidential primary state, to speak at the Blue Palmetto Dinner.
When questioned about 2028, the governor was straightforward.
“I’m not running,” Moore told The Associated Press in an interview. He also said, when asked, that he isn’t trying to get his name in the conversation for a potential vice presidential candidacy, either.
Moore downplayed his high-profile trips to battleground states, including a recent trip to South Carolina.
“And people should get very used to me going all over the country bringing business back to Maryland, because that’s exactly what I plan on doing as long as I’m the governor of the state,” Moore said after a dedication in Annapolis for a memorial to former Rep. Parren Mitchell.
Moore, who is in the third year of his first term, expects to compete for reelection in predominantly Democratic Maryland next year. He said becoming the state’s governor during a difficult period requires his whole attention.
Another name continues to be floated as making early moves before 2028: Pete Buttigieg.
Buttigieg continues to force his way into the digital media sphere, defying traditional Democratic standards as talk of a presidential run grows.
Buttigieg spoke with the Washington Examiner about his views on new media, how to engage people who do not identify with established parties, the current political landscape, and what he is doing to assure the success of his party after leaving the Biden administration.
I’m using my voice best I can in traditional media and new media, and I’m going to continue having conversations with neighbors, with voters, talking about how we could have a better way,” Buttigieg told the Washington Examiner. “I don’t know what that means for me, politically or professionally, a long way from making any decisions about that, but I know that’s what I need to be doing right now.”
The Wedding Night That Broke Everything
Alexander stayed on the floor beside Sofia for almost ten minutes.
A man who had negotiated billion-dollar contracts. A man who had stared down judges, investors, and enemies without blinking.
But now his hands were shaking as he touched his daughter’s hair.
“Who did this to you?” he whispered.
Sofia looked away.
That hurt him more than the bruises.
Because she was afraid to tell her own father the truth.
“Elena,” Alexander said quietly, without taking his eyes off Sofia, “call a doctor.”
Sofia grabbed his sleeve.
“No.”
Both of us froze.
“Baby,” Alexander said softly, “you need medical help.”
She shook her head violently.
“If I go, they’ll know I talked.”
I stepped closer.
“Let them know.”
Sofia looked at me.
“They said they have friends everywhere.”
Alexander’s face changed.
Not anger.
Something colder.
“Who said that?”
Sofia swallowed.
“Javier.”
The room went silent.
Javier.
The man who had stood at the altar that morning, holding my daughter’s hands and promising to protect her.
The man who smiled at every guest.
The man who kissed Sofia’s forehead while cameras flashed.
I felt sick remembering it.
Because hours earlier, I had watched my daughter walk down the aisle believing she was walking toward happiness.
I had even apologized to Carmen.
I had told myself maybe I judged her too quickly.
Maybe I was just an overprotective mother.
I was wrong.
I was dangerously wrong.
Alexander stood slowly.
“Tell me everything.”
Sofia’s lips trembled.
“After the reception, Javier said he wanted to talk privately.”
She stared at the floor.
“He said his mother was upset because I refused to sign the papers.”
“What papers?” Alexander asked.
Sofia closed her eyes.
“The condo transfer.”
My jaw tightened.
Of course.
The condo.
Not love.
Not marriage.
Not family.
The condo.
“The papers were already prepared,” Sofia continued. “Carmen said all I had to do was sign, and everything would be peaceful.”
“And when you refused?”
Sofia didn’t answer.
She didn’t need to.
We already knew.
Alexander walked to the window, his fists clenched.
I had never seen him like that.
Not even during our worst years.
“What happened next?” I asked gently.
Sofia whispered:
“Javier told me I embarrassed him.”
Her voice cracked.
“He said his mother was right. That women like me needed to learn obedience.”
My hands curled into fists.
Then came the part that destroyed whatever patience I had left.
“He said if I signed tonight, nobody would ever need to know.”
I looked at Alexander.
His eyes were full of something dangerous.
“Who else was there?” he asked.
Sofia shook her head.
“I don’t know all their names.”
“But you heard them?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
She looked confused.
“Good?”
Alexander turned toward her.
“Because that means they weren’t careful.”
For the first time that night, I saw the man Sofia’s childhood memories described.
The father who fought for her.
The man who protected her.
The person who disappeared after our divorce, but never stopped loving his daughter.
He pulled out his phone.
“I'm calling someone.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Someone who knows how families like the Prescotts operate.”
He stepped into the hallway.
Sofia leaned against me.
“Mom…”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry.”
Those two words shattered me.
I pulled her closer.
“For what?”
“For disappointing you.”
My heart broke.
My daughter was sitting there bleeding, terrified, and still worried about disappointing me.
I held her face gently.
“You could never disappoint me.”
She started crying.
Not the quiet tears from before.
The kind she had been holding back all night.
“I thought if I married him, everything would be okay.”
“I know.”
“He wasn’t like this before.”
That sentence made me pause.
“What do you mean?”
Sofia wiped her face.
“Javier changed after his mother came back into his life.”
I remembered Carmen.
The way she studied our home.
The way she asked about assets.
The way she smiled whenever Sofia mentioned the condo.
A thought formed.
And I hated it.
“This wasn’t just about tonight,” I said.
Sofia looked at me.
“What?”
“They planned this.”
The words hung in the room.
Alexander came back.
And from his expression, I knew he had heard enough.
“Your mother is right.”
I looked at him.
“Who did you call?”
He put his phone away.
“A lawyer.”
“Already?”
He nodded.
“Not just any lawyer.”
A pause.
“My old corporate attorney.”
The one who handled Alexander’s largest cases.
The one who had dismantled companies from the inside.
Sofia looked between us.
“Dad, Mom… what are you going to do?”
Alexander walked over and took her hand.
Something I hadn’t seen him do in years.
“I’m going to make sure nobody ever touches you again.”
The next morning, Sofia woke up in my guest room.
The doctor had finally come privately.
No hospital records.
No public report.
She had bruising, a fractured wrist, and several injuries that confirmed exactly what she told us.
But there was something else.
Something that changed everything.
The doctor found an old injury.
One that happened weeks before the wedding.
Sofia stared at the report.
“I didn’t know.”
I looked at Alexander.
He understood immediately.
“This wasn’t the first time.”
Sofia started shaking.
“No…”
But deep down, she knew.
The controlling behavior.
The threats.
The constant pressure.
They weren’t sudden.
They were preparing her.
And Carmen had made one mistake.
She believed fear would keep Sofia silent.
She forgot Sofia had parents.
And she definitely forgot who those parents were.
Because while Carmen Robles was celebrating her victory…
Alexander was opening a file on his laptop.
A file with a name that made my blood run cold.
ROBLES FAMILY INVESTIGATION.
I looked at him.
“What is that?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Then he said:
“Something I should have looked into before Sofia married him.”
The screen loaded.
And the first document appeared.
A history of lawsuits.
Fraud allegations.
Hidden properties.
Previous engagements.
And one name appeared again and again.
Carmen Robles.
Then Alexander zoomed in on the newest report.
A woman from another state had made the same accusation three years earlier.
A young bride.
A missing property.
A forced agreement.
My stomach dropped.
“They’ve done this before.”
Alexander nodded.
“Yes.”
Then his phone rang.
Unknown number.
He answered.
The voice on the other side was a woman.
Terrified.
“Is this Alexander Hart?”
“Yes.”
A pause.
Then:
“I know what Carmen did to your daughter.”
Alexander stood completely still.
“Who is this?”
The woman whispered:
“I was her first victim.”
And before the call ended, she said one sentence that changed everything.
“Your daughter isn’t the first woman Carmen tried to destroy…”
A pause.
“She’s just the first one whose father came back.”
