Hello, it's Miranda. I'm back with a new mini episode of Podforce One. This feature is a little more

topical and relevant to my job as a columnist for The New York Post. Today's topic is an ode to

Secretary of State and man of many jobs, Marco Rubio. He had the White House

Press Corps eating out of his hand during his star turn at the podium filling in for Carolyn

Levitt who's on maternity leave. But of course, with every upside for the Trump administration,

the media will always find a wedge. From DJing a wedding on the weekend to manning the White

House press podium like a boss, from velvet-gloved diplomacy in Europe to juggling the roles of

Secretary's State and National Security Director in the middle of a war, Michael Rubio is the

administration's secret charm bomb.

President Trump rolls him out whenever he has a problem to solve, whether it's filling

in as national archivist, blowing cartel drug boats out of the water, doging USAID to death,

or sitting as vice chairman of the Saving College Sports Council, Rubio, is Trump's

Mr. Fixit. His Tuesday stint filling in for White House Press Secretary Carolyn Levitt, who was on

maternity leave, became a viral sensation on several fronts. His casual use of rap and hip-hop lyrics

like, Insane in the Brain, Cyprus Hill, to describe

the Iranian leaders.

And his warning that they, quote, should check themselves before they wreck themselves,

that's from Ice Cube, earned him cool dad credits with the press pool.

When a reporter asked him for his DJ name, because a video doing the rounds on social media

on the weekend, showed him spinning tracks at a family wedding, Rubio dryly replied,

You're not ready for my DJ name. He was at turn, charming, self-deprecating, good-humoured

and eloquent, smoothly answering every question with useful information, effortlessly

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