Posted on 11/25/2024 10:54:43 AM PST by E. Pluribus Unum
President-elect Donald J. Trump has always demanded loyalty from his aides, but few have answered the call quite like Natalie Harp.
A 33-year-old former far-right cable host, Ms. Harp is nearly always at Mr. Trump’s side. She has written him a series of devotional letters, including one that says, “You are all that matters to me.” Once, when Mr. Trump was playing golf in Scotland, she ran behind his cart to keep him up to date with positive stories and social media posts.
Little known beyond Mr. Trump’s immediate orbit, Ms. Harp is now poised to play a potentially influential role in his White House, sitting right outside the Oval Office and acting as the conduit for a largely unsupervised flow of information to and from the president and helping him with his social media feed. She has no official title, but during the campaign, colleagues referred to her as the “human printer” because she followed Mr. Trump around with a portable printer and a battery pack to charge it, so she could hand him information in hard copy, as he prefers.
But Ms. Harp also established herself at the center of a fast-moving carousel of text messages, articles and tidbits directed at Mr. Trump. This has generated concern among other aides who feel she has been far too willing to serve as a funnel for conspiracy-minded information at a moment when Mr. Trump appears more contemptuous than ever of attempts to manage or control him. One of her go-to news sources, people who have observed her say, is the conspiracy website Gateway Pundit.
In recent weeks, people with knowledge of her performance say, she has been more willing to operate within the transition team’s chain of command. Still, her role over most of the past three...
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Why does the NY Times and the others always call these folks “far-right” but we never see “far-left” as an adjective to describe the vast majority of Democrats?
Never mind... rhetorical question.
Count Chocula is a good cereal. Quangaroos were nasty, as was Sir Grapefellow and Baron Von Reddenberry.
OMG!
“Quangeroos!”
Oh, Maggie, Maggie, Maggie! You horse’s posterior!
Do you remember them? I only ate them to try to keep Quake around. My brother was Quisp man (argh. How can you trust the taste of something promoted by a creature with no nose?) Quake was very MAGA. Moms complained about him, so they wussed him up and forced him to play second fiddle to an obnoxiuous marsupial, and then cancelled him altogether.
I miss Rice Krinkles, too. The original Pebbles was based off of them. Current Pebles have a completely different texture.
me 2
Of course I remember them! Quisp and Quake! Frankenberry...Count Chocula!
The more sugar, the better...:)
I eat nothing in the morning but the worst of the worst, everything from Front Loops to Cocoa Puffs.
LOL, don’t get me started. If my wife saw this, she would absolutely roll her eyes at me!
The first and only time my wife and I went grocery shopping together had her eyes roll at me in the cereal aisle. She’s more of a granola and oatmeal type. She expected me to go for something junky. The outer periphery of he junkiness perception only extended to Sugar Frosted Flakes. She was shocked when I grabbed the Reese’s Puffs.
But they get sweeter: Sugar Smacks, Puffa Puffa Rice and Super Sugar Crisp were all sweeter. They were even sticky! Super Orange Crisp made headlines as the sweetest cereal around 1970. Something like 80% “for qwazy energy, Quisp might say.”
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