Later that day, Attorney General WILLIAM BARR stares, drooling, into a grainy monitor showing the bar's security footage. Next to him is White House Chief of Staff MARK MEADOWS. BARR hits rewind for the ninth time; he nudges MEADOWS and says, "See, see, I told you it would work. Pay me my dollar."
I’m surprised Trump even bothers to appoint a press secretary, although it’s funny (in a creepy way) how many of the women in his orbit are Ivanka clones. Trump’s his own press secretary on twitter, at rallies, and now at daily briefings. When you want to dissemble 100% of the time, you do the job yourself.
I certainly agree that the bar(s) that lubricate the minions of Trumpworld are an essential business. Like concentration camp guards, they need alcohol to deaden the horror they contribute to every day.
Considering the quality of pigs, grifters and incompetents that made up the first wave of appointees, it was obvious it could only get worse as they dropped out, were shit canned, etc. And so it has.
Meanwhile, I keep wondering whether Killer Donnie's TrumpOrg managerial system would scale up to POTUS and I suppose the current historical failure -- or "shit show" -- answers the question.
Then again, I suppose Donnie needs no one as long has he has his very big, very helpful gut and Hope. (And in violation of Godwin's law, I'd bet Hitler thought similarly.)
Went to research whatcha can call the Grisham rack and realized that it was impressive and remembered that I noticed as much when she was appointed. Of course, she has that scary face like nearly all Republicans have. And having come from FLOTUS' office (or whatever), I wonder whether Melania's recommendation was sincere or she hoped that Grisham would at some point piss off POTUS.
But maybe Grisham's major sin is not being blonde.
"I work hard and I play hard" is the perfect right-wing drunk thing to say. There's a wingnut-ish guy who lives near us, and once when I was walking the dog, we shared a few friendly words, and he said, "I make a great friend and a worse enemy." I walked off thinking, Who TALKS like that in real life?
Thanks to the “Yakety Sax” accompaniment, I’m now imagining McEnany chased by Grisham followed by Bartender, Guard, old bald man, and Benny Hill (in 1970’s British police garb), shown running in stop frame animation through the Covad-19 empty streets of DC. This is more nightmare than comedy, and dates me terribly...
Yakety Sax may be the most expressive piece of music ever written . And isn't " Yakety"' the most perfectly cromulent word for it?
Later that day, Attorney General WILLIAM BARR stares, drooling, into a grainy monitor showing the bar's security footage. Next to him is White House Chief of Staff MARK MEADOWS. BARR hits rewind for the ninth time; he nudges MEADOWS and says, "See, see, I told you it would work. Pay me my dollar."
Ha!
I’m surprised Trump even bothers to appoint a press secretary, although it’s funny (in a creepy way) how many of the women in his orbit are Ivanka clones. Trump’s his own press secretary on twitter, at rallies, and now at daily briefings. When you want to dissemble 100% of the time, you do the job yourself.
McWeeny or whatever her name is is the Trump2020 spokes thing, so I'd dare say her duties aren't changing. Only the business address is.
And the Ivanka clones are no surprise given that we're talking about a sick human being.
A skirt and pedal pushers?
Whoops, error! Fixed on site, thanks.
I LOL'ed at "saddle oxfords," amazing fix.
I certainly agree that the bar(s) that lubricate the minions of Trumpworld are an essential business. Like concentration camp guards, they need alcohol to deaden the horror they contribute to every day.
Considering the quality of pigs, grifters and incompetents that made up the first wave of appointees, it was obvious it could only get worse as they dropped out, were shit canned, etc. And so it has.
Meanwhile, I keep wondering whether Killer Donnie's TrumpOrg managerial system would scale up to POTUS and I suppose the current historical failure -- or "shit show" -- answers the question.
Then again, I suppose Donnie needs no one as long has he has his very big, very helpful gut and Hope. (And in violation of Godwin's law, I'd bet Hitler thought similarly.)
Went to research whatcha can call the Grisham rack and realized that it was impressive and remembered that I noticed as much when she was appointed. Of course, she has that scary face like nearly all Republicans have. And having come from FLOTUS' office (or whatever), I wonder whether Melania's recommendation was sincere or she hoped that Grisham would at some point piss off POTUS.
But maybe Grisham's major sin is not being blonde.
The 'Grisham Rack' is now what they call a certain row of wines at the bar.
(Middle row. Top shelf is still known as the "Peggy Noonan")
I report, y'all decide. Fair and balanced.
TBH, though, I feel every so slightly objecting a woman so. I suppose POTUS made me do it.
BTW, she's gone back to being the FLOTUS Press Secretary so she's still at the WH.
Yeah, that'll be a fun work-from-home:
"Stephanie, get for me a sandwich."
"I'm in Boulder, Mrs. Trump."
"Is far?"
"I work hard and I play hard" is the perfect right-wing drunk thing to say. There's a wingnut-ish guy who lives near us, and once when I was walking the dog, we shared a few friendly words, and he said, "I make a great friend and a worse enemy." I walked off thinking, Who TALKS like that in real life?
Well, there's this:
https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/white-house-coronavirus-task-force-briefing
Only thing competitive with Roy's exposes.
Pretty funny, although, of course, not funny.
There are times, specially it strikes me, so to speak, that maybe it’s all not that funny. I mean, laugh or cry is fairly persuasive, but not always.
That's not bad.
fuckin' yakety sax!
Thanks to the “Yakety Sax” accompaniment, I’m now imagining McEnany chased by Grisham followed by Bartender, Guard, old bald man, and Benny Hill (in 1970’s British police garb), shown running in stop frame animation through the Covad-19 empty streets of DC. This is more nightmare than comedy, and dates me terribly...