Everybody Knew John Fetterman Was Unfit for Office
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I repeat: Everybody knew John Fetterman was unfit for office.
Literally everybody.
Evvvvvvvvverybody.
Fetterman should not have been on that debate stage last October. He shouldn’t have been running at all. But for whatever reason…
…Fetterman stayed in the race even after his massive stroke last May. Journalists and other Democrats covered for his obvious incapacity. They lied for him. And then he won, because the Republicans decided to nominate a quack doctor from Oprah.
Now, five weeks after Fetterman was sworn into Congress, he’s in the hospital. Gee, how did that happen?
Here’s how the NYT is framing it:
“Mr. Fetterman declined to be interviewed for this story. But aides and confidantes describe his introduction to the Senate as a difficult period, filled with unfamiliar duties that are taxing for someone still in recovery: meetings with constituents, attending caucus and committee meetings, appearing in public at White House events and at the State of the Union address, as well as making appearances in Pennsylvania.”
Yeah, he ran for the Senate and won. Now he’s expected to actually, y’know, be a senator.
This is what Fetterman wanted. Or, more accurately, it’s what his wife wanted. Now he has the job, but he simply can’t do it. He’s physically and mentally incapable. Which nobody could’ve predicted… unless they had eyes and ears and a conscience.
Remember when Gisele Fetterman demanded “consequences” against NBC’s Dasha Burns for reporting that John didn’t understand her when she talked to him? And remember how all the journos clammed up about Mrs. Fetterman’s attack on journalism itself?
How about now? Should there be any “consequences” for reporting on Fetterman’s hospitalization? Or is the point moot, now that the Dems have the power they crave?
Not that the journos are tripping over themselves to cover this story anyway:
At first I thought maybe they were ashamed of their complicity in what’s happening to Fetterman. But if they had any sense of shame, they wouldn’t have become journalists.
We were right. They were lying.
I don’t wish John Fetterman any ill. That’s why I encouraged him to drop out of the race when it was obvious he was unhealthy and everyone around him was ineptly trying to cover it up.
Maybe in the future, they’ll all be nicer to doctors.
Oh, and once again for any Democrats unlucky enough to be reading this: John Fetterman does not suffer from a hearing disability. It’s a cognitive disability. The stroke damaged his brain. He can hear the sounds you’re making, but he can’t decipher them into words.
Not that you care about his well-being. You just wanted another rubber stamp, you ghouls.
Back in the old days, it was cool to say God is a woman. But now we’re enlightened enough to know that’s transphobic.
How do ya like that? And I say… good for Him.
It took hundreds of years, but American journos finally found a politician who’s dishonest and unethical:
Fine, go after George Santos. Have a ball. But why pretend the rest of them are any better? He’s not an outlier. He fits right in on Capitol Hill.
The move for Santos right now is to switch party affiliations and start pushing all kinds of crazy liberal crap. The journos will get whiplash trying to explain why he’s suddenly good.
I just want to state publicly that I will not be playing or reviewing Hogwarts Legacy.
No, I’m not boycotting this game because J. K. Rowling believes in chromosomes and refuses to indulge in, um, magical thinking like so many of her former fans. I simply don’t care about the game. I’ve never read any of those books or seen any of those movies, and I’m burned out on open-world games. If I want to de-stress, I’ll just jump back into Trevor Philips’ body and run around tearing $#!+ up in GTA.
Wizards. Feh! But if you like that stuff, have fun. You’re not hurting anybody. Not even the trannies who throw a fit at the mere thought of Rowling.
“Well, at least the children are reading something…”
— Me, 25 years ago, like an idiot
Yesterday I introduced you to A.I. AOC. Today she’s having a problem with her order:
Hang in there, Cyber-Sandy!
And finally, a long-distance dedication to The Last of Us star Melanie Lynskey, who made headlines this week for “clapping back” at someone who “body-shamed” her:
That’s another week in the history books. We did it, dear reader! Okay, it was mostly me. I did it. But you helped. Staying out of the way is helping.
You just never know how life is gonna go. Wherever you’re reading this right now and whatever you’re doing, just keep trying. There’s no shame in failing, only in giving up.
Augghh! Friday and you STILL haven't told us your news! It'll be a long weekend.
You make the point I already have: The Democrats only care about power. It doesn't even matter what the platform is! Or the candidate! Fetterman is a walking debacle. Phillie's corruption extends to the suburbs. PA got what they voted for.
A master class from Dan Hedaya on creating a dialog by repeating the same four lines. It's like he's the press secretary for the President.
A.I. AOC is rapidly becoming my favorite supporting character. "I'd like to speak with your supervisor." The perfect button.