I sort of – not really, but sort of – feel sorry for Melania Trump, who might be the unhappiest woman in America.
She comes from the world of fashion and money – and most of those people believe her husband is a vulgar clown.
Her speeches get mocked.
She’s suing a publication because it accused her of being a former prostitute.
She’s expected to downsize from her ritzy Manhattan digs to the lowly White House.
Her husband is rumored to enjoy watching hookers pee on each other.
Her husband is rumored to have the hots for his own daughter.
Yes, I sort of – but not really – feel sorry for Melania Trump.
But then I remember her wealth and privilege and I think: Fuck that noise.
I sort of – not really, but sort of – feel sorry for the talking heads on cable news who are tasked with defending Donald Trump. You simply cannot defend the man. He says and does too many boneheaded or wrongheaded things.
I sort of feel sorry for the media. … Just kidding!
This is why some of us love Twitter.
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