

Priorities. It all boils down to priorities. And for Senator Fetterman, who just returned to work after in-patient treatment for severe depression, his priority is apparently the celebration of marijuana. To be honest, I can’t actually tell if he’s celebrating it or not, considering all the pictures he takes have the same blank, emotionless stare. It looks very much like he was just told by his handlers to stand there with this flag for a picture, and he mindlessly does what he’s told.
It’s 4:20 on 4/20. That’s the tweet. pic.twitter.com/eG34QREjzP
— Senator John Fetterman (@SenFettermanPA) April 20, 2023
Considering that Fetterman has revealed that he “literally stopped eating and drinking” and was getting lost walking around DC because he was so depressed and nonfunctional after the election, it just seems like a bizarre priority to celebrate pot day. Like maybe throw yourself into mental health awareness or something, rather than turning yourself into an accidental “your brain on drugs” poster?
Meanwhile, @giselefetterman stepped over her husband’s suffering & nonfunctional body & mind to climb her ladder. She & the Democrat Establishment willingly sacrificed this poor man for an obedient Yes vote. @JohnFetterman pic.twitter.com/1WZuAxKgmJ
— Natalie Argyle (@NatalieArgyle) April 21, 2023
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“And he mindlessly does what he’s told.”
Yup, that’s why Democrats pushed to keep him on the ballot and made such efforts to get him elected: because he can be counted on to mindlessly do what he’s told. In some ways, he represents the ideal Democrat voter, at least as far as the “important” people in the party are concerned.
With each passing day I wonder how long it’s going to take for Pennsylvania voters – Democrats – to come to their senses and realize how stupid Fetterman is making ALL of them look.
After all, Pennsylvania Democrats are the ones who sent him to Congress.
From the shape Fetterman’s been in lately, he looks as if he’s gone to “pot”!
When I want to see my wife depressed and in tears, I just reminder her that 31 years ago she made the conscience choice to marry me. (O.K., she may have been a little drunk at the time.) And, I am the best she has.