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Man Who Said ‘Let’s Go Brandon’ to Biden on Xmas Eve is Just as Awful as You’d Expect

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Jared Schmeck, whose fifteen minutes of fame have arrived courtesy of the dumbest chant of all time, went on Steve Bannon’s show to yuk it up over doing something so childish he should be mortified.

During the annual White House NORAD Santa-tracking phone call, Jared was surprised to learn that he would actually be speaking to the President and First Lady personally, and not listening to a pre-recorded message from them. So what did this genius, this paragon of virtue do, right in front of his kid?

He basically told Joe Biden to go f–k himself.

Of course, he didn’t use that phrase. He used Republicans’ new favorite way to signal their idiocy to the world — saying “Let’s Go Brandon.” You know what that is by now, so I won’t go back over it except to say that when it’s directed at Joe Biden, it literally is a code for “F–k you.”

The president responded graciously as the call ended. But it must have been the greatest night of Jared Schmuck’s life. He was so proud on Steve Bannon’s show:

It was clear that it wasn’t a recording – I didn’t know that it was being live-streamed at that time. And throughout the conversation, it popped into my head, and I guess the rest is history.

Indeed, Jared.

Jared also told Bannon that “Donald Trump is my president and he should still be president right now. The election was 100% stolen. So, I just want to make that clear.”

At least the call didn’t embarrassingly go the other way, with the president making a fool of himself the way that Donald Trump did in 2018. During that phone call, he told a 7-year-old boy named Coleman that it was “marginal” to still believe in Santa at his age. Now that would be embarrassing.

This year, we’re mostly just embarrassed for Jared Schmeck and the rest of the idiots still out there chanting “Let’s Go Brandon” like they think they’re clever or something.

Andrew Simpson
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Andrew is a dark blue speck in deep red Central Washington, writing with the conviction of 18 years at the keyboard and too much politics to even stand. When not furiously stabbing the keys on breaking news stories, he writes poetry, prose, essays, haiku, lectures, stories for grief therapy, wedding ceremonies, detailed instructions on making doughnuts from canned biscuit dough (more sugar than cinnamon — duh), and equations to determine the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow. A girlfriend, a dog, two cats, and two birds round out the equation, and in his spare time, Drewbear likes to imagine what it must be like to have spare time.

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