Well, so did Trump, of course, and he’s allegedly president.
Apparently, Monica Crowley has a penchant for saying Barack Obama is secretly a Muslim. You know, the usual.
Totally normal, folks. Totally, totally normal.
Monica Crowley, who was appointed by Trump last week as assistant treasury secretary for public affairs, made multiple comments spreading these false claims on her personal blog and in at least one tweet between 2009 and 2015, according to a review by CNN's KFile team.
Crowley also endorsed a story claiming Obama was an “Islamic community organizer” trying to conform the United States to Sharia law and claimed conspiracy theories about Obama's birth certificate were “legitimate concerns.”…
Crowley, formerly a syndicated radio host, columnist and Fox News contributor, was originally chosen by Trump in December 2016 to be the senior director of strategic communications for the National Security Council. She withdrew herself from consideration for that position after CNN's KFile team uncovered extensive plagiarism in her book and doctoral thesis.
You know, I can wistfully recall a bygone, halcyon era when being cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs qualified you for exactly two jobs — professional wrestler and cartoon Cocoa Puffs spokesbird.
Now? It’s a prerequisite for working at the White House, FFS.
I’m shocked that Alex Jones doesn’t already have a job in the West Wing. Or Art Bell’s quasi-sentient hologram. Or Bristol Palin.
How long before the head of NASA is a moon-landing denier who insists it’s about time we send someone into space?
And we really need to examine both sides of the spherical earth debate. Flat earthers have been marginalized for far too long. Let’s make one head of the Los Alamos National Laboratory. You know, to shake things up. It worked with Donald Trump, right?
I can only hope the late 2000-teens are a small hiccup of cray-cray that we’ll soon recover from. If not, we’re literally going to burn.
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