Dead Aim

Its been a ruff, ruff few days for Kristi Noem. This is a dog eat dog world and the governor definitely stepped in a pile of poop when she revealed, and then reveled in, exercising her Second Amendment rights on the brains of her pooch.

When even the king of disgusting, who never met a puppy he couldn't revile, barks at you about your method of discipline, you know your chances of securing a seat on his lap this fall, may have just done a Titanic swoon. 

I mean Kristi turned herself into not only an always Trumper, but a Trump clone just so she could wag her tail as she sat by his side for the next four years. If only she had tied her bow wow to the roof of her car, in homage to Mitt, I am quite sure Kristi would have survived. At least better than poor Cricket. But alas poor Ms. Noem, you appear to have shot yourself in the foot when you killed your dog.

Even more than the magic bullet in the JFK assassination, the trajectory of your anger took out both your pet and your chances for the Vice Presidency in a single explosion. Now that is called dead aim.