Evidence that new White House press secretary Stephanie Grisham actually exists remains darn slim. We occasionally see someone the White House claims is a "Stephanie Grisham," almost always standing on the driveway, but this could be a crisis actor brought in to fill the role, or a Force projection of Sarah Huckabee Sanders, who after her disappearance became so powerful a liar that her lies were folded into the stuff of the universe itself. This White House lies about everything, remember—what evidence do we really have that this new Grisham person exists?
Are we sure Mike Pence exists?
Anyhoo, Donald Trump stands officially Impeached and is super mad about it, so whatever White House creature has access to the "Stephanie Grisham" Twitter persona is mad about it, and Pelosi this morning in a press conference shut down reporters attempting to ask more impeachment questions after answering a whole bunch of prior questions on impeachment and "Stephanie Grisham" is VERY UPSET at this lack of transparency.
To be clear, the "answers" that the White House has been providing are that impeachment is Bad and Wrong and everyone needs to just shut up and let Dear Leader break whatever laws he wants to break as eleventy hundred billion voters demanded. You want more detail than that, you’re out of luck. This follows claims that Trump asking Ukraine to investigate "Biden" does not prove Trump asked Ukraine to investigate "Biden," and comes amidst a Paul Manafort-styled attempt by Rudy Giuliani to discredit Ukraine's government in favor of pro-Russian criminals funneling money through his now-indicted partners and a pitched White House battle in the courts to insist that nobody in the entire executive branch has to "answer questions" on what happened because that entire branch of government now has "immunity" over the others and oh my dear God, "Stephanie," we are so tired of you.
This was old when Sean Spicer humiliated himself doing it. It turned ignorable when Sarah Sanders turned it into a daily exercise in lying about everything, then pretending at being deeply hurt when celebrities and the public alike called her out on it. You? You came into the job a bad joke, a punchline without a setup.
Want respect? Get permission from Donald to come in off the driveway—you look like a sullen vampire pouting about not getting the needed invitation into a house. Pipe up with the nonsense you say to reporters only when you're granted anonymity while you're standing at a podium, so all of Washington can laugh at you at once.
Or go away. That's good too, you fake.