Just in: Dinner for tomorrow's state dinner with the Macrons pic.twitter.com/UOaOoezCIL
— Kevin Liptak (@Kevinliptakcnn) April 23, 2018
Tonight is the Trump Occupancy’s first official state dinner, and somebody managed to persuade Lord Smallgloves that if he wanted a well-done steak with ketchup, he could eat his own meal early. (And you thought you hated *your* job.) Because the guest of honor is French, and/or because the only Democrat on the guest list is Louisiana Governor Bel Edwards, a Cajun-influenced side dish is included on the menu.
Possibly because the thought of sheep always gets bloviating wingnuts amorphously aroused, Erik Son of Erik, Founder of Red State
Trike Farce Strike Force and Professional Christianist, decided to take public offense. Mockery ensued!
This menu is why I could never be President: https://t.co/GjDFxf24PM I'd serve fried chicken and mashed potatoes with sweet potato pie for dessert. None of this unpronounceable froo-froo garbage.
— Erick Erickson (@EWErickson) April 23, 2018
Erick, that’s not why you could never be president.
— The Hoarse Whisperer (@HoarseWisperer) April 23, 2018
Lamb & Jambalaya is unpronounceable? https://t.co/zJ8gJJ2K1h
— Jeet Heer (@HeerJeet) April 23, 2018
Jambalaya. I at least expected something nominally foreign to American palates like creme brûlée or bouillabaisse but no…he's intimidated by jamba-friggin-laya. Do you want to Supersize that mayonnaise slushy Erick? https://t.co/iSavlTOZkx
— Zeddy (@Zeddary) April 23, 2018