It was made public today that she's stepping down. No, not from the big ol' cross around her neck, but from her post as the Press Secretary of the White House, er, I mean Trump Goldleaf Palace Grift House.
Oh, it's ostensibly due to her desire to "get in that kitchen, barefoot and pregnant" which she and her ilk would see as a classic, great American virtue. But methinks the timing of this just after the info came out regarding Trump's cowardly sneaking onto a catering truck and abandoning her and her cohorts on Air Force One to save his own skin incase the Iranians tried to off him -- it's all just a bit coinkydinky. My guess is she was one of the few who knew about the ruse and accidentally let the cat outta the bag.
It all makes me think of her resemblance to one of Momma's fave singers back in the day. Mumu-sportin' big momma'd be blaring this tune, along with her other 8-track tapes of artists like Tammy Wynette and Lorretta Lynn on those Regina Electrikbroom Saturday afternoons while pointing at "that" and "there" directing, er, enslaving us kids to get da housework done before Daddy came home.