Like most of you, I am sick to death of watching an orange-tinged orangutan with scrawny biceps, a big belly and tiny baby hands. Embed from Getty Images And don't get me started on that helmet-haired dame who reminds me of Dr. Evil. Don't tell me that hasn't occurred to you. It's like watching an endless loop on the Zoomer Channel, not CNN which has turned into a gigantic infomercial for Trump Resorts, a reality series about the goofs that run the FBI, and Bill Clinton's nose. Get him to a vein clinic, stat! I'm also tired of shrill Latisse- and Botox-loving blondes wearing jumpsuits, named after Best in Show dogs and home shopping channel mavens, who have nothing better to do with their days than scrapping with blacks and Latinos. I guess none of these people have day jobs. The only fun I get is trying to figure out how old Barbara Starr is or even if she is still alive , and watching John King squirm ...
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