No Comb Conway continues to dance off beat all over my last nerve.
When you are working in the White House, you don’t kick off your shoes and relax your feet and sit on that couch like you’re about to party on down to the Xscape beat. Or, I guess if you’re working in this administration, some sort of dance remix to a Hitler speech. Whatever; you get it.
Conway is on her phone, probably looking at pro-life jackasses harassing people at a Planned Parenthood on Snapchat for an evil person’s pick-me-up, with her feet tucked under her thighs on the couch like she hasn’t a care in the world. Meanwhile, Sweet Potato Saddam is in a meeting with the heads of presidents of various HBCUs. Conway can’t at least pretend to give a decimeter of a damn in their presence?
The image of those grinning black men with that orange, racist sum’bitch is unsettling enough. However, when you couple that with Kellyanne Conway, a little red Corvette of bullshit, it’s even more upsetting. Like, sis, act like you know where you are.
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