“Go on, Congressman Greg Murphy! Tell about what we’re gonna have in the garden and about the rabbits in the cages and about the rain in the winter and the stove, and how thick the cream is on the milk like you can hardly cut it. Tell me about how them Biden boys is gonna get it when the whisteblows so loud every hound in the land gonna come runnin and barkin real loud at them and scarin them into takin a freight train outta here” bellowed imbecilic bindle stiff Maria Bartiromo.
Greg is used to her following him around even if she ain’t worth a damn, he still likes her. “We’re gonna have a cow, and some pigs, and we’re gonna have, maybe, maybe, a chicken. And it’s very reminiscent of what happened in the very early stages of Watergate, where there was one coverup over another coverup over another coverup. It’s gonna blow up. It’s gonna blow up at some point sooner or later,” Murphy said, consoling the distressed lunk he cares for so deeply.