Breitbart Reports: I once watched a seven-year-old crippled kid pull himself out of his tiny wheelchair and walk for the very first time. That touched me almost as much as watching the Washington Post meltdown Friday afternoon.
After a decade of telling us Donald Trump is Hitler, the Post announced that Kamala Harris is so awful that the paper would not endorse her over Hitler. In the choice between Hitler and Kamala, the Post decided to not endorse anyone—which I think makes her Eva Braun.
What followed was the usual-usual from our moral betters — what we’ve come to expect when our oh-so dignified elites don’t get their way: a full-blown-lay-down-on-the-floor-in-the-middle-of-the-grocery-store-kicking-and-screaming tantrum.
This included a high-profile harrumph-harrumph-harrumph resignation, frequently unemployed celebrities rushing to cancel their Post subscriptions, politicians who showed no emotion about Americans dying in Benghazi discovering their outrage, and my personal favorite, a wild-eyed corporate media freak-out combined with an internal insurrection at the Post itself.
Normal people must embrace and cherish these moments. Here are three reasons this is glorious…
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Oct 29, 2024
It (almost) makes me wish I worked at the Post. Going to work and watching these so-called journalists have their meltdown would bring me so much satisfaction.