After eight miserable years of Turd Blossom’s pulling strings, I should not be surprised at the cynicism the Chimp Wannabe demonstrated in choosing a caribou killer as his second in command. Of course he would think women are interchangeable. To me it’s like craving a ribeye and getting served a Whopper Junior. Or hiring Julia and having Rachael show up. Come to think of it, though, she might be more qualified than the moose eater.