It's going to be a grand tournament between The Truthful One and The Humble One. Never have I seen such Sith on Sith violence, but I'm ready for this to get real.
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It's going to be a grand tournament between The Truthful One and The Humble One. Never have I seen such Sith on Sith violence, but I'm ready for this to get real.
We arrive at the Trump Unity Rally, being held in an outdoor amphitheater that snugs up against the Cuyahoga River at Settler's Landing Park. Sadly, we have already missed Alex Jones's star turn. Though I got a taste of him the night before. At a dinner at Luca Italian Cuisine, put on by Daily Caller editor Tucker Carlson (a friend of both mine and Stone's), Alex Jones made the scene as well, taking a chair next to me. While we waited interminably (due to the size of our party) for what ended up being the best meal I've had in Cleveland, Jones, for whatever reason, got his dish way before anyone else. (A conspiracy?)
I asked him what he'd ordered. Scarfing his food down since he hadn't eaten all day, Jones surveyed his food as if noticing it for the first time. "Noodles and meat," he guessed. "You want some?" he generously offered. No, I'm fine, I told him. "C'mon! Have some!," he said, in the trademark gravelly boom that makes him sound like a professional wrestler from Denton County, Texas. Really, I'm okay, I told him. But Jones wouldn't take no for an answer. "Let's do airplane!" he said. And then, grabbing a random utensil off the table, Jones forked up some "noodles and meat," flying it into my mouth like I was a two-year-old child. "Kind of like he does to his audience," one of my tablemates later suggested.
At the rally, Stone disembarks from the van as I survey the crowd. The useful thing about covering a Trump rally is that you don't have to bother with tedious man-on-the-street interviews, since you already know what everyone has to say. Most of them are wearing it on their t-shirts and hats: Make America Great Again…..Don't tread on me….Satan's a punk….Go ahead ISIS and Make My Day. (The last of which features Trump striking a Dirty Harry pose while holding his .44 Magnum.) Off in the corner, a black vendor is doing booming business selling "Donald [Redacted] Trump" t-shirts. It's a clever licensing hustle, not unlike those pulled by the man it honors, who regularly lends his own name to the highest bidder.
How to kill your campaign in twenty seconds.
Ha Ha.What is APILLOCK........
Ha Ha.
I felt a bit sorry for him. Obviously the feller knows his stuff and is not a Palin idiot.
Brain fart kills political career.
Every time he goes to sleep he will wake up in a cold sweat with that interview stuck in his mind.......
Ha Ha. Brilliant. Imagine being that quick on your feet?He should have said "Sorry, I know that place as Halab".