Good Evening Clo!
I saw a picture of Steve Bannon today. The blood shot eyes, the broken blood vessels on the nose, the never ending roseola on the cheeks. I'm not a doctor, I don't do house calls, the pharmacist at CVS gives me advice, but I know enough to realise Bannon is a drunk.
Which is no big deal of course. It doesn't matter. Many second tier talk-show hosts are drunks. Who cares.
Cocaine on the other hand is different. Cocaine inhaled through the nose destroys your nose. I notice that Cheetoman has a nose that looks as if he is a prizefighter. Cheetoman has had four or five face peels. Cheetoman is the host hyper paranoid I have ever seen in my life. Cheetoman repeats the ends of his sentences. Sometimes two or three times. Cheetoman does that weird thumb and forefinger routine continuously to emphasize a point. A hundred million people saw Cheetoman stalking Hillary during the debate.
Palm Beach, Florida is the Cocaine capital of the world.
It's not that I abhor him. It's not that I consider him to be among the lowest forms of life on Earth. Not at all. I just think the bastard is a coke freak.