Not looking like thereâs too much interest in the drama that is âAs the Stomach Turnsâ, huh? Wonder what the latest passel of lies is gonna be.
In these trying and uncertain times itâs particularly reassuring to see the Trump White House respecting its own longstanding traditions like never starting these briefings the hell on time. I imagine theyâre all screaming at each other for 45 minutes back in the offices, trying to decide what they could possibly say about the new crop of disasters and outrages, but the solution is really very simple: You just start the screaming 45 minutes earlier. Sheesh!
Return of The She-Huck! Hoo-doggies! Missinâ that fancy Bermuda vacay Iâll bet! "Shit, I can still taste those dang Kamikazes and Cuba Libres!
Theyâre bolting her eyelashes on nowâŚ
The fake media never report that if you add the two types of approval, approval and disapproval, Trump has an approval rating of 94 percent.
Sadly, it does mean that there are always some brain dead who just canât decide.
Off with a whineâŚ
Then schmaltz and lite (mebbe) tears-ishâŚ
You mean theyâd need to increase the volume. In that hellhole the screaming likely starts each day with the Secret Service man who checks the badges and never stops until they depart the campus.
Is she less articulate than Trump?
Has the WH acknowledged the dead sailors from the tanker ramming at all?
âThey wonât report it! Most people donât know! And I, Donald Trump , am living proof of that!â
Iâm so glad you keep bringing that up - itâs reprehensible that heâs ignored that.
She is saying less than everââIâll get back to you on thatâ over and over again.
Sarah always seems like a bus driver whoâs been pulling a ton of overtime but is kinda pissed about itâŚ
President Bone Spurs: âLook, I like sailors who didnât drown, OK?â
What do each of those squiggly lines represent? Is that like a Richter Scale or something? Or a lie-detector reading?
Corkerâs criticisms:
âItâs a ridiculous and outrageous claim and doesnât dignify a response from this podium.!â
responded Huckabee from the podium.
Ooh, a knife to CorkerâŚnot even wrapped in the traditional velvet.