The people can make distinctions. They cheered the American athletes but booed J.D. Vance. That’s the way it should be, because he’s the villain. He’s the one who has decided to bide his time, play the lackey until Trump either keels over or gets impeached (one can always hope).
He stands in the VIP boxes with his wife—who, one must suspect, has made her own deals with the devil—and smiles as if all is forgotten, as if the administration he’s part of hasn’t revealed itself to be the legion of doom, the thorn in the world’s side.
Here’s to an entertaining two weeks in Italy, a welcome break from the daily stupidity and mayhem.
Just keep an eye on what’s going on in D.C.
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