COURAGE!
God, what a puling little pussy-fart.
I crawled in bed and cried for our pre-pandemic lives. Tears that had been waiting a month to escape.
I wanted to share because it feels freeing to do so. Now is not a time for faux-invincibility. Journos are living this, hating this, like everyone else. https://t.co/dIDujZZvQZ
— Brian Stelter (@brianstelter) April 18, 2020
Skating right by the sorry fact that so much of this phony panic has been generated by Enemedia collectively soiling their Underoos over it via their overwrought reportage, as we say down South: damn if I’da told it, pissant. The only thing remotely to Stelter’s credit here is that he’s almost certainly lying about this. Glenn treats Weepy Spudboy way more gently than I ever will, but hits the mark nonetheless:
Imagine a British journalist publicly stating something like this during The Blitz. Our media class really is like a bunch of middle-school girls.
Sheeeit. If I ever catch my own soon-to-be-middle school-age daughter behaving like Tater Stelter in even the smallest way, Daddy will take up a switch and stripe her little butt chartreuse. Insty includes a couple other good ripostes with that one, too.














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