Now, what do President Trump and I have in common? Cajones. Not the decorative kind they hang on Christmas trees — I’m talking about old-school, red-blooded, alpha-male titanium cajones that clang when we walk.
We’re toxically masculine and proud of it — the kind of men Leftist eunuchs want to be and that Leftists issue warning labels about and need cry closets.
I will be discussing the president today along with a lot of other things.
Let’s begin with the media. They’re getting hammered harder than Teddy Kennedy at happy hour.
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