More on our mole dinner in a bit, but first I think you should know about the rest of the Mexican festivities yesterday.
First, the duo-presidentes Americano met in the Rose Garden to express their mutual disdain for selfish Americans who insist on border enforcement. Our duo presidentes prefer to think of the border between our two countries as a conceptual boundary or a recommended guideline.
asses striped ties. The harsh words came later, but not fluently for Big Guy. Without TOTUS, he would have done better if he had spoken in Spanish and let the translator handle the English part.
Calderone was perfectly clear: he doesn’t want us to “criminalize migration,” Big Guy just wants us all to get along.
John Edwards was right: there are two Americas. And one of them is apparently discriminatory. The other one is the victim.
The duo first ladies also had an event filled morning at grade school: Sorry Mexico: our FLOTUS seems to be pulling you first lady into her elliptical orbit. Resistance is futile.
Lady M attracts all smaller bodies as she circles the room as a human super-collider
After one 2nd grader told MO “my Mom doesn’t have papers” (kids say the darndest things, don’t they?) Lady M recovers by showing her how to make herself look really big and threatening if approached by an Arizona State Trooper by doing her world famous Popeye impersonation. The little girl on the left calls a time out before things get ugly(er).
And now, back to our hugely successful mole dinner.
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