The Democrats Send Their Best
The State of the Union: The joy is gone as the party of hate wallows in misery.
Truly, God has blessed us with the greatest foes.
And by “greatest,” I mean the most comically inept and hilariously grotesque. Forget owning the libs—this bunch has perfected the self-own. Forget calling them out—they’re calling each other out, running as fast as they can away from their own party.
They’re flailing around,…
