There's no business like Show Business

Congress deserves its own set of annual awards

Forever implanted in my mind is that gaggle of Democrats posing for cameras and wearing their brand-new Kente Cloth Stoles. They kneeled for eight-and-a-half minutes to immortalize the accidental drug overdose death that took the life of George Floyd.

And then, there was that spooky procession as the House Democrats carried the order for Trumps impeachment trial in a holy box.

All I have to do is type the word “Spartacus” and everyone interested in politics knows which phony liar claimed that he actually WAS Spartacus.

There were the fake pictures of AOC at the border, Obama allowing the traitor Bergdahl’s father a Rose Garden Ceremony where the old man babbled in Farsi.

Finally, we have the spectacle of Senator Chris Van Hollan bursting into Kristi Noem’s press conference looking like nothing more than a coked-up deranged professional wrestler.

His apologists will say he identified himself as a Senator (only as he was pushed into the hallway). Ask yourself, “Is this proper identification?” The ghost of Yassar Arafat could come into a government meeting and say he was the reincarnated Marilyn Murray O’Hare and, nationwide, Democrats would be marveling at their Satanic powers and the miracles they can now claim for the Church of Eternal Worry and Fear.

In closing, I want to note that Chris Van Hollan was the attention-seeking goofball who went to El Salvadore for publicity and he was the one who aggressively invaded Kristi Noem’s meeting. I nominate him for the SPARTACUS TROPHY: two fake scandals that hit the media within two weeks. To say Chris is not an ambitious politician is like saying there is no difference between garden snakes and rattlers.