It is Monday, August 4th.

This is the warning.

Another weekend of madness has unfurled across America.

The Commander-in-Chief is in love with his press secretary.

Indeed, what a star she is.

She's on my list. Caroline Levith.

She's become a star. It's that face, it's that brain. It's those lips. The way they move, they move like she's a machine gun. Is she in the room? She's in the room. She's a star. And she's great. She's a great person, actually. But she's, I don't think anybody has ever had a better press secretary than Caroline.

She's been amazing.

Now, the truth is, never ever, and this is saying something, because she's not Donald Trump's

first press secretary, but she has exceeded all boundaries and flown to a new heretofore unimagined altitude of deception

mixed with a strident sea that well is supernatural even for one of Donald's Gen Z, Children of the Corn.

His assemblage of weirdos like Stephen Chung,

his rabid communications director in the White House,

or any of his other liars that spread their filth on cable news

or Dodge Lane questions on a network morning show.

Every one of these people goes out every day and tells the American people that up is down,

down is up, blue is red, red is blue, wrong is right, and right is wrong.

These are the engineers who have burned billions of dollars of food aid that was purchased

by the American people for those who suffer the most in the world.

These are the people who have sentenced

14 million human beings to death

over the next four years,

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