Tension Between Jill Biden, Kamala Harris at Carter Funeral

CNN’s Jake Tapper noted the tense greeting between President Joe Biden, Vice President Kamala Harris, and their spouses at former President Jimmy Carter’s funeral, saying it was not “particularly warm.”

President Biden and First Lady Jill Biden met Harris and Second Gentleman Doug Emhoff. Cameras inside the National Cathedral caught the moment. There didn’t seem to be much eye contact or handshakes between the four of them.

“There’s a President Joe Biden and first Lady Joe Biden. And I think he has 11 days left as president of the United States. Obviously an eventful year, one that he did not plan for,” Tapper noted.

Started the year as a would be Democratic presidential nominee, and we all know what happened after that. Again, you didn’t see a particularly warm greeting between the first couple and the second couple. But again, we are at a funeral, so one has to take that into account when trying to read the body language of the individuals there,” he added.

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