I’ve mentioned before
that I loved watching what many called “Rona Rallies” where President Trump would
shut down arrogant members of the press during the White House Coronavirus Task
Force briefings. None of their “gotcha”
questions escaped the President’s devastating bitch-slaps.
Since Mark Meadows became
the President’s Chief of Staff, the daily briefings conducted by Press
Secretary Kaleigh McEnany have become must-see TV. Yesterday’s confrontation was
glorious.
Reuter’s White House
Correspondent, Jeff Mason, tip-toed into a mine field Wednesday when he asked, “In
a previous life, before you were Press Secretary, you worked for the Trump
campaign and you made a comment, I believe on Fox, in which you said President
Trump will not allow the coronavirus to come into this country. Given what has happened since then, obviously,
would you like to take that back?”
Her response sent nuclear shock waves throughout the James S. Brady Press Briefing Room.
“I guess I would turn
the question back on the media and ask similar questions. Does Vox want
to take back that they proclaim that the coronavirus would not be a deadly
pandemic? Does The Washington Post want to take back that they told
Americans to 'get a grip,' the flu is bigger than the coronavirus? Does The
Washington Post, likewise, want to take back that our brains are causing us
to exaggerate the threat of the coronavirus?"
"Does The New
York Times want to take back that fear of the virus may be spreading faster
than the virus itself? Does NPR want to take back that the flu was a
much bigger threat than the coronavirus? And finally, once again, The
Washington Post, would they like to take back that the government should
not respond aggressively to the coronavirus?"
"I'll leave you
with those questions and maybe you'll have some answers in a few days,"
McEnany said before calmly leaving the room.
BOOM!
[If you missed it, you
can watch it here.]
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