Trump Jr. Said It Very Loud and Very Fast, So It Must Be True

These folks are happy to be at the RNC, and to talk about Marxist Anarchist Joe Biden! If you have trouble reading this message, [view it in a browser](. [Don Jr. and Kimberly Guilfoyle Said It All Very Loud and Very Fast So All of It Must Be True]( There doesn't seem to be anyone in this orbit who will point out when something is going on that is insane, which may be how this pre-taped RNC speech from Kimberly Guilfoyle, significant other to Donald Trump, Jr. and well-compensated Trump campaign surrogate, made it on air. But Guilfoyle's was not to be the only bizarro performance from the extended Trump clan. Her boyfriend, Donald Trump, Jr., emerged later to make the case for my father—and for the idea that there was quite a scene in the green room backstage. Politics Editor Jack Holmes does his best to make sense of this absolute circus of unreality. 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