FRIDAY, JULY 20, 2018
John King racks up the votes: We just spent the noontime hour watching John King and a panel of four discuss the new Trump sexy-time tape. It was 12:52 PM Eastern before anything else got discussed.
Putin was gone. Russia was gone. Those separated families were gone, as has been true for two weeks. Our team got to assemble an all-female panel to chat with King for the hour about who someone's girl friend was back in 2006.
With lots of photographs!
It was heaven! Why did we think we might be hearing the "ching-ching-ching" of Donald J. Trump racking up votes?
Over Here, we love this stuff! The segment—more accurately, the transcendently pointless group gossip session—looks like a gift from the gods.
But how does the segment look Over There? How does it look to The Others?
Over There, it looks like what it is. It looks like a bunch of pseudo-journalists seeking some point of utter trivia with which to bring someone down.
It almost looks like a budding witch hunt, conducted outside Salem Village. Did we actually hear the "ching-ching-ching" of their target racking up votes?