While donnie always sounds like he just woke up or just took a double dose of Adderall, his main lackies sound uniformly different.
From donnie.
I haven't heard all of them speak, just Little Marco, Kristie, Pete Hegseth and Tom Homan.
But that foursome, at least, are all the same.
They start spewing some memorized shit, won't shut up, and deliver their pitch with a level of hysteria not heard since Hitler.
On the other hand, the moronic personage attempting to field reporters' questions on donnie's behalf is just plug dumb.
And that is a refreshing relief from all that hysteria.
And she may have possibilities.
Today she announced, with trumped up trumpets, that donnie will decide within two weeks whether to go or not go.
After an initial tremor of joy that pulsed the room, the assembled multitude realized that she was referring to murder or mayhem, or both, against Iran.
Not the possibility of donnie's imminent departure.
From office.
"The president will decide within two weeks whether to go or not go", she said, and then paused.
The room pulsed.
"To do a Slim Pickens".
She continued.
The room deflated.
Then some wag arose and said:
"Let's all donate our cowboy hats."
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