Jun 202020
 

Yesterday, I received an encrypted IM from Gretchen about scheduling a new appointment: Some guy named Mark Meadows called. Claimed he works at the White House. Sounded like a complete backwoods hick with a deep-fried redneck accent that would embarrass Larry the Cable Guy. It appears he’s what happens when southerners marry their cousins for a few generations – he can barely put together a nine word sentence without sounding like a total mouth-breathing moron, and he’s such an ignoramus he thinks Obama was born in Kenya and that the Earth is six thousand years old. I know that because his favorite subject is himself and he talked to me about it nonstop for twenty-seven minutes, during which he told […]