Details matter… 🐂 ask Nelson Mandela’s sign language interpreter, Barack can confirm, and Katty Kay will surely second D.A.T., period.

Hot Chile Serrano Peppers in The Blistering Sun, the Bull of Rights… Let’s Play Hardball!!!

It’s Campaign in-beds in Eye-Oh-Wa. AXIOS hotties report from the Caucuses.

And, Ex-AP LeMire, this is exactly the motherfucking problem with the Associated Press, anything that is not “american” (according to WASP Destiny logic) is irrelevant, o como dicen les françaises un, “ne importé quoi”, anyhow the word that you fuckers are looking for is:

El Rod Mon Roe… it’s like with the Shriners, they are Masons, but not all Masons are Shriners, same with The Matador, all wise guys are matadores, but they have to be “made” to become a Captain of a crew, this is to say, Mika Scarborough, that Öüï don’t need another Cop Show.

NOVILLERO, not “bullfighter”, and Willie Geist, here is why, you son of a bitch:

… because unlike a Rodeo clown, I know how to steer-a-buey. Now Ewe might say that steering is the job of a Rodeo Clown 🤠, that’s a fact, but I do that with Style, and a thing called, balls… which ironically are very fragile, hence the Art Form and not the fucking spectacle.