Ah, at the White House, the gaffe-tastic gang that couldn’t poop straight is at it again. Shuffling the deck chairs while translating and sanitizing the mumblings of the geriatric dementia patient who still technically owns the chair behind the Resolute Desk.
It has been a constant trial by self-induced fire for staffers because while they are all so unbearably arrogant, they are also so horribly bad at what they do.
Obvious and oblivious never work in concert for stealth actions, and yet, the WH staff tries both routinely.
The president’s public faces stalk to the briefing room podium, anticipating the chiding one gets for being caught with hands in the proverbial cookie jar. Nothing but stammering denials, flat-out lies, or binders slammed shut before skittering, expeditious flights from shouted press interrogatories flying at them like so many chickens…
