On the one hand, I'm not sure Donald Trump isn't being a little more kind to Hugh Hewitt than decency strictly requires by promoting him to third rate status
(as a radio personality, I mean; no, I'm not contesting Hewitt's first class bona fides
as an insomnia cure and straight man for friends wearing "I'm With Stupid" t-shirts).
On the other hand, I do feel sorry for Hewitt. After all those years of fruitless searching, he's finally found someone as clueless as himself on foreign policy, and he appears to have blown a promising relationship on the first date.
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