Well, Pick My Jaw Up Off The Ground, Mable, Before a Cat Walks In My Mouth
Look, all I can figure is that he grabbed Bannon by the pussy and is now being extorted.
The New York Times, tucked neatly in a long story so that most people will overlook it.
Mr. Priebus bristles at the perception that he occupies a diminished perch in the West Wing pecking order compared with previous chiefs. But for the moment, Mr. Bannon remains the president’s dominant adviser, despite Mr. Trump’s anger that he was not fully briefed on details of the executive order he signed giving his chief strategist a seat on the National Security Council, a greater source of frustration to the president than the fallout from the travel ban.
(Italics are mine because I can’t stop reading that sentence over and over and over.)
Wait a minute. Are they saying that Bannon put himself on the National Security Council? Without Trump’s permission? And that Trump has no idea what he’s signing? Hellfire, even Radar O’Reilly didn’t have the gall to do that.
On another topic: I know you’re not supposed to make fun of the way people look. But, Bannon looks like he smells bad. And you get the idea that he’s not just a slob himself but that he’s a slob at home, too. I will bet you my best pair of pink boots that the worst job in America is the cleaning crew at Bannon’s home. I shiver just thinking about it.
Somebody needs to send this guy back to Breitbart and the subhuman culture over there where people don’t pick their noses and wipe it on their dinner napkin.
Thanks to Deb for the heads up.