Why Are They Eating Pudding with Team Trump?
Why Are They Eating Pudding with Team Trump?
Buckle up folks, because the fashion circus is in town and it’s serving drama hotter than a steaming plate of beefsteak! Politico recently reported on a rather peculiar gathering that took place in Milwaukee. Picture this: Team Trump wining and dining with top reporters at a steakhouse named “Rare,” while passing out tantalizing pudding snack packs and debate bingo cards. Now, before you ask, let me clarify: the pudding snack packs were not just a sweet treat, they were a cheeky swipe at RON DeSANTIS’ “pudding fingers” story. Oh, the wickedness!
As if that wasn’t enough, the debate bingo cards were crafted to troll the Florida governor with squares like “dismisses polls,” “wipes snot,” “red ears,” “Dee-Santis,” “Duh-Santis,” “flip-flops on Social Security… again,” “woke,” and let’s not forget the highlight: “pudding mention.” Now, we may have differing political views, but you have to appreciate the creative lengths they went to provoke a reaction. Check out the pictures here and here to see the evidence in all its glory.
You might be wondering who had the honor of attending such an extraordinary affair. Well, brace yourselves. Reporters Dana Bash, Shane Goldmacher, Kristen Welker, Bob Costa, Fin Gomez, Dasha Burns, Rachel Scott, Rick Klein, Josh Dawsey, Rob Crilly, Mario Parker, and David Chalian were amongst the lucky guests. And guess what? Sitting just a few feet away, members of Team DeSantis watched the spectacle unfold. Talk about a lively dinner conversation!
Personally, I couldn’t care less about the wounded fee-fees of Team DeSantis. Honestly, he had it coming. But what truly boggles my mind is seeing my fellow journalists sharing laughs and camaraderie with the scurvy bastards employed by a treasonous indicted felon. And let’s not even get started on Jason Miller, whose level of questionable behavior surpasses even my finest insults. It’s like we’ve time-traveled back to the days when the Alsops were cozying up to spooks in the neighborhood or Ben Bradlee bringing JFK, Sinatra, and Nixon together for a wild night out. Except this time, it’s the Georgetown Set with cutting-edge technology. But trust me, it’s worse. The people these reporters are dancing cheek to cheek with are, without a doubt, infinitely worse. They’re actively working towards electing a treasonous indicted criminal to the presidency. Again.
There is absolutely no excuse for this lack of judgment. We’ve had nearly eight years to understand what these people are truly about. We’ve had seven years to comprehend that this malignant operation is far from a conventional campaign with typical goals and a shred of respect for any political or social conventions. If I were crowned the king of the forest, I’d take a page out of the Amish’s book and shun anyone who even entertained the thought of making El Caudillo del Mar-A-Lago the president. Come on, folks, learn a thing or two before we find ourselves taking helicopter rides and worshiping empty podiums once again.
