US women’s national soccer team star Megan Rapinoe made it clear on Sunday that she’d only visit the White House if President Donald Trump made lots of policy changes.
“I mean, it would take a tremendous amount.”
Think outside the box, Megan. Pretty sure the simultaneous resignations of Trump and Pence would be enough to get you to visit the WH.
There has always been a co-mingling of sports and politics. From Jesse Owens to Jackie Robinson, from the Black Power Salute in 1968 to Colin Kaepernick today, from the inspired play of the 1980 US Olympic hockey team to the rampant cheating of the various Eastern European Olympic teams to demonstrate the superiority of their political system, sports has seemingly always been coopted by politicians.
Some have compared Rapinoe to Ali -and she certainly has his charisma and charm -not to mention brashness and comfort with controversy, so perhaps a spot-on comparison. Certainly, America loves her sports heroes and as such (as well as an honorary member of The Squad), she could prove to be an unexpected thorn in Trump’s side.
“Well, then … you just need to go back where you came from. No hamberders for you!”
I preferred the spirit of her earlier statement, that she wasn’t going to the fucking White House.
She is right, of course, about “50” policies, but really it should be much more than that: the president of the United States of America is an evil, sociopathic, moronic bastard, a disgusting human being, and he is surrounded by evil toadies. Not wanting to endorse this sick situation seems to me to be a more profound reason for not to go to thew WH. It should be OK to say that. Call it like it is.
I don’t wanna get stomped by the responses, but a blue check Trump supporter complained (what they do best) about the same thing to Bakari Sellers on Twitter.
Poor Donald.
Nutmegged again.
My sister once said she would consider having a cat if the cat didn’t scratch anything, jump on anything, or go upstairs. I was able to inform her she was not describing any animal in the felidae family. At a certain point the imposition of conditions just becomes a “no.” I think Megan realizes she won’t be going to a Trump White House. I don’t think any cat would either.
But, if Rapinoe was a cat, I’d love to see his face and hear his guttural stupid utterances if she was perched on his gold-plated porcelain throne when he wobbled in to share his morning tweet-rant.
And then she could kick him in his so-called presidential balls with, not just two, but four ferocious paws.
There’s a valid distinction to be made between the White House and this White House, and I hope she’s made it clear.
"“Meet the Press” host Chuck Todd "
You mean a host like a parasite lives off of ? That’s Chuck Todd.
Or a Democrat sitting in the Oval Office.
Perhaps your sister would be the better market for the artificial cats promoted on television and discussed here earlier.
Miaow Miaow My name is Boots.
Go Megan! Go Megan! Go Megan! Megan! Megan!
You’re being too kind.
Just running away … ALL the time …
from someone continually trying to grab it —
No pussy with even sub-average cat intelligence would be caught anywhere within arms reach of a Trump WH.
While Mr Dick is the Presidunce , NOTHING will change .
