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It Turns Out Trump Threw His Food More Often Than Previously Believed, ‘Once or Twice a Week, Sometimes More’

The ketchup saga gets more hilarious.

Cassidy Hutchinson, the former chief of staff for Trump’s own chief of staff, Mark Meadows, has been on a whirlwind tour promoting her new book Enough. It’s a memoir that recounts much of her time in the Trump administration.

Hutchinson showed up on Jimmy Kimmel Live and wound up telling a few stories about her time there that had the host in stitches.

“You’re not under oath, so don’t worry,” Kimmel said as he greeted her. That was a reference to her testimony before the January 6 Committee that all but made her a mortal enemy of Team Trump. She told Jimmy that she knows that much of her writing “sounds like fiction,” but that’s just how weird it was in the administration.

On the topic of why it took her so long to come forward with her recollections — which many inside Trump’s circle have questioned — she told the late-night host that it was a matter of pressure:

“There is this notion of loyalty in Trump World. What I refer to as Trump World, which is Donald Trump and his associates or whoever is surrounding him on that given day because it fluctuates and changes. There is a pressure to stay loyal, especially when you’re in the circle of trust and that’s the position that I had.”

Jimmy then took it to the funny side, asking her “How often did the President throw ketchup at the wall?” Hutchinson told him “He does have a very potent fear of being poisoned. So he uses and prefers the small Heinz glass ketchup bottles because he likes to hear his valet or whoever is serving him a meal, he likes the hear the pop when he opens it.”

The two laughed about where Trump may have developed the fear of poisoning — whether it may have been his ex-wives, as Kimmel offered, or Russia, as Hutchinson joked back.

“Sometimes it would happen once or twice a week, sometimes more. Sometimes there’d be a week or so lull, but then there would be a bad news story. But it wasn’t just launching the food and the plates and the porcelain at the wall. It was sometimes just flipping the tablecloth.”

So in the end, it turns out Trump is exactly who we’ve always thought he was. He’s a petulant, whiny man-child who throws tantrums when he doesn’t get his way.

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