It’s been bad enough watching Trump’s number one unpaid stooge (above left) just about every day. He makes my skin crawl. The two primary unpaid surrogates will disappear after the election into the swampland of Fx News, thank goodness. (Maybe there will be a Rudy and Newt segment of Fox. Ben will go back to being a surgeon. Chris will be in court or prison.)
After Trump is buried in a landslide of delusional fraudulent votes I’ll enjoy a few days of Kellyanne and her cadre of Keystone Cops having to eat their words like bowls of slimy grubs.
Then I’ll say a not-fond goodby to the paid stooges them, who I no longer care to mention. You know who they are. We’re all sick of them.
Until yesterday Rudy was enjoying his time in the limelight as the go-to unpaid stooge. Mr. Creepy even made his way into living rooms during the Al Smith dinner, no doubt scaring a lot of little kids.
Newt seemed to be an also ran behind Rudy stooging for Trump, and frightening the kiddies. That all changed yesterday when he couldn’t control his misogyny and his fat-faced mouth with Megan Kelly, my nominee for Emmy for the best two minute ripping a new one of a Trump surrogate.
She was the consummate calm, cool, and collected professional. A 10th degree aikido black belt couldn’t have used her opponents attack momentum to throw him across the room better. Her double barrel comebacks seemed spontaneous and were the best I’ve ever heard. To the accusation that she was fascinated by sex, what better response than “I am fascinated by the protection of women.” And to the man she respectfully referred to with his former title, the final words “you can take your anger issues and spend some time working on them, Mr. Speaker” were classic.
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