The idiocy is so unrelenting it’s hard to keep up, but I did wonder how the hometown paper allowed one of the drinkers of the Chino Ranch Kool-Aid to assert that the hiring of a real chef “should please” She Who Must Be Obeyed. Couldn’t the reblogger reach her “mother” for comment? Plus it was all presented as Victory Garden Accomplished without a single response from the family who apparently will not be allowed to eat in peace. Seems like only yesterday the same outlet was having to tread lightly around the fact that the new leader of the free world could not be trusted anywhere near the Burgundy with the boeuf. No dots were ever connected, and the next thing you know he’s choking on pretzels and guzzling O’Doul’s while we’re all being fed lies — “Let ’em eat yellow cake.” Which was a slippery slope to filthy peanut butter. Might be time for another locavore feeding fest in DC. Bring your own pork, of course.