Katrina Pierson walked into the Grand Ballroom of the
Garland Marriott. She was feeling feisty. She had just shoplifted some new
panties from the JC Penny and she couldn’t to drop them on the floor.
It had been a while. Katrina had always been a political
person. She had decided that it was what really interested her. She had a
degree in biology. But it was the body politic that interested her.
She had started out working for the Democrats. Barack Obama
spoke to her. He was half white and half black just like her. Her mother had
abandoned her too. Giving her up for adoption and then taking her back. Like an
overdue library book. Her father was black just like the President. He
abandoned her too. Not as exotic as a Kenyan exchange student. Her father was
just a garden variety low life who left her in poverty and was only her father because
he had an extra two dollars. Still she felt that she had an affinity for the
Jug Eared Jesus.
Katrina Pierson is spokesperson for Donald Trump. Gathered from a few too brief videos, some with men speaking over her, dominating time, interrupting, and gathered from the titles of search results, the reaction she causes, she appears the analog of Debbie Wasserman Schultz and Michelle Malkin combined, a woman of fierceness, brains and looks. It appears Donald Trump has chosen a very capable spokesperson. Don't tell anyone, it appears I'm in love.
Doesn't she sound fun? I'll show the last one, now that I know his name, he's in the earlier one but unnamed. He's a dope. They're pulling the Journolist thing of agreeing to hammer a point so he stays stuck on an issue only he and they previously agreed to linger on and when finally unproductive with her then he says that he doesn't want to go down a rabbit hole, after he dragged us all through it and stayed there in Wonderland.
Other journalists do the same thing with the same specific insistence that one element is important. Katrina attempts to get across it's important to people with no intention of voting for Trump and can never have traction with anyone else. Those days are gone. At this point the attempt to use Trumps own faux pas against him helps Trump. But they cannot see that. Being C students it's their one go-to. The titles say, crushes and destroys, and obliterates and such but Katrina is actually simply rejecting their premises and providing her own, the ones well discussed on Trump's circuit, and going from there. None of that is new to Trump's supporters, but the reporters and the activists are not used to being presented with completely different paradigm by having their language dropped and Katrina providing her own. The effect is her lifting a template up to their faces and spray-painting her bold colors across them and it is glorious to behold.
Searching her name through regular browser shows Journalst style approach to destroy her.
Ha ha they love her too. They're doing it again, the fixation on the bullet necklace is the give, it sends them off the edge, to them it's a killer but it doesn't matter to anyone without such obsession.
The first minute that ran reminded me of Brian's risible concern for truth.
Without listening again, they were on about reading Teleprompter. Trump speaks from the heart and things come out in the excitement of the moment, some of it not so factually provably accurate.
Journ-o-lister types would like to latch on mistakes made during campaign and make hay of it but nothing they bring up matters and it's frustrating for them.
Brian suggests Teleprompter is more truthful, more honest because statements read from it are carefully crafted whereas speaking directly human to human heart to heart soul to soul is carelessly off the cuff and less factual less trustworthy less truthful. Two models of honesty and truth asserted for your assessment. Brian didn't care much for Teleprompter presidency but regards it more honest.
And that's why I regard Brian a dope, completely outclassed, and Katrina no one to mess with. How she tolerates patiently the men's rudeness in the other videos ganging up on her is beyond me. They treat her as unreal object. I look at her face in the key frame above and swoon, compare the capture to his.
