Diary

I am so mad I could spit, and I did, right in the secret service man's face, by accident, when he told me that a blogger named Dishrag DeSnoozer was accusing my staff of abuse!

First of all what is abuse?

If I order a do rag wearing hallway security loafer to drop on me, I don't expect to hear any guff about covid or yeast infections.

Dr Jill is the FLOTUS, and as far as these cubicle hatch tidy-desk Olympics plebes know. If I want civil servile body slaves to perform intimate personal services, since POTUS Joe has the mental capacity of a Rhode Island Red chicken, well now, I'm authorized and entitled to "Grab ears and give orders."

Hope that clarifies things for Mr Dinetteset De Souse.