So, Ann Coulter's now-deleted tweet of the morning (one of "the best people", according to the 45th prezznit) is "right on brand".
Of course, all the rest of us were absolutely tearing up, over the joyous emotional outburst (his pride, and yes, wonder!) young Walz was showing -- in seeing his father at the podium, in what was -- at the moment -- a very biggly stage, in front of the whole free world, to accept a nomination to be Veep, on the coming Madame President's ticket.
He was overwhelmed by the sight -- and the enormity of the joyous moment -- and it showed, in every conceivable way. I loved all of it! [Coulter deemed him "weird". Charming.]
But for Ann (and soon enough, Tangerine, I am all but certain), this is a moment to... cruelly mock. Quite ironic, indeed, given Barron's status, as an autistic-spectrum / neuro-divergent, himself. But we've long seen that Tangerine tries his level best to only rarely be in the same zip code. . . as his own now 18 year old son.
If you learned nothing else, last night -- do know this: the Walz family is more like the ones we all grew up around, in small towns, supporting, loving, and yes accepting help from -- than the weird spray tanned guy who sh!ts into a gold toilet, and rides a golden escalator. . . all to avoid feeling small.
Coach Tim Walz, on the other hand, is clearly the richest man in Bedford Falls, with Zu Zu's petals still in his pocket.
Yep -- stick a fork in the MAGAts' pungent '24 campaign -- as it is odiously. . . UN-American. Out, awaiting surprise musical guests tonight! Woot!
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