He’s right, you know.
At the risk of defaulting to meme-saturation, I won’t.
But you know it.
Tucker tells us what is wrong with California. Or at least where to begin. This state’s self-destruction defies a description any size less than that of a Russian novel. This is a true American shithole.
The shithole of A.
The governor, so fittingly of this state, so emblematic of the glittery charade that is the pathologically indebted nature of this state’s bombastic artifice, is California’s face.
A pretty face, flawless on the surface, but a stinking cauldron of manure lurking below. In this state, they mortgage the future for folly, mortgage the well-being of its citizens for globalist platitudes.