You finally did it, Pennsylvania. We all joke about our senators being brain-damaged automatons, but you went ahead and actually elected one.
Yesterday the creature-elect lumbered through the halls of Congress, where he — or his replacement — will soon work. Here he is lurching through the congressional subway system:
Journalists are hired for their keen powers of perception. Yes, John Fetterman is indeed very tall. He also had a massive stroke, so he’s incapable of communicating via speech and he needs his wife to lead him around.1
Here’s another journo, doing journo things:
Ha ha ha, get it? Because Fetterman is always wearing a hoodie. He probably didn’t answer for some reason other than his debilitating stroke.
Here’s a Fetterman flack trying to explain away his obvious incapacity for office:
No, he doesn’t have auditory processing challenges. He can’t understand what people are saying to him.
Which isn’t stopping the journos from bending over backwards to accommodate him:
Yeah, why don’t you just hold up a sign? Here’s one: