I can’t stop watching the MyPillow Guy, Mike Lindell, and his “Frank-a-thon” to launch his stupid new Arby’s dumpster of a website. The guy has been jabbering for the better part of two days. This morning, I tuned in to see him interviewing someone, but I never got the dude’s name because Lindell wouldn’t let him get a word in. Lindell won’t stop talking. It’s a case of logorrhea the likes of which I’ve never seen before. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he’s on 100 CCs of Jesus and not overstuffed Hefty bags full of cocaine cut with meth. But, damn, he’s a dynamo of disinformation.
While I was watching, Lindell claimed he’d gotten confirmation from Jimmy Kimmel Live! that he will be a guest on the show. Kimmel, who appears to be even more obsessed with Albino Grimace than I am, has previously joked that he’d interview Lindell under two conditions:
“Number one, he has to actually come into our studio—I need to see him in person. I want to smell the knackwurst in his mustache. And number two, I would like to conduct our interview in a bed, surrounded by pillows. Just me and Mike snuggled up side by side in a California king surrounded by sacks of goose feathers.”
Judging by Mike’s reaction, he almost certainly thinks he’s about to break this whole election fraud thing wide open on late-night TV while nuzzling a guy who can’t stop making fun of him. Speaking of Lindell’s gullibility, the guy who called in to Lindell’s show on Monday pretending to be Donald Trump spoke with the Daily Beast, and revealed his diabolical methods.