Bloomberg addressed his gathered men, a neat row of quivering thumbtacks. One had stepped forward, leaving a gap in the line. This man was sweaty and his Adam's apple wriggled and shook as if attempting escape. “Y-yes sir.” Stammered the man who stared straight ahead.

“The Bros..” Mused Bloomberg who began to pace up and down the line of men, hands clasped behind his back. “Do I have that right? That the largest, most ambitious, well-funded, elite, online, posting-coalition in the history of American electoral politics, is being beaten by a group of—and what’d you call them—’Bernie..Bros?’”

The man’s Adam’s apple did more wriggling before he nodded.

“The Bro’s..” Bloomberg said once more and continued to pace, this time nodding his head as if agreeing with something. Without warning he stopped pacing, the last clomp-clomp of his shoes were simultaneous and similar in cadence to his next words: “The Bros!” He exclaimed, and as he said this, he looked out at the line of gathered men for what seemed a full minute, before breaking out into full-throated laughter. At this display, a light bubble of uncertain, humorless chuckles rose up from the line of uneasy men. Bloomberg took no heed of them as he was consumed by his laughter. After several moments he sought refuge from his mirth by taking in sharp lungfuls of air, “The Bros!” He said again before launching into another laughing fit. Following his lead, a few men began to laugh more heartily, faking at first, until the whole room was laughing, and before long the line of cowering men had broken into a joyous circle of good-natured elbows, back-slappings, and various utterances of “The Bro’s!”, before fresh gales of laughter. With tears streaming down his face Bloomberg made a gesture and pointed to the floor in front of him. An aid quickly set down a step stool in that spot and scurried away. Bloomberg stepped onto the stool, and became average height. He surveyed the crowd of men before him for a moment and then said, “The Bros..”, but no one could hear him over the commotion. Bloomberg then cleared his throat and shouted, “I WANT THEM DEAD!” At once the room went quiet, all eyes were on the man who now met them at eye-level. “Well?” Bloomberg rasped, “What do I pay you for go out there and --BURY THEM!” The gathered men scattered to the exits. “Not you!” Bloomberg said, pointing at a man halfway toward the exit.

“Video guy? You’re with me.”

Today’s Topics Include: Filthyroom AM, Chinedu-Theories, Who’s Running, and How Bloomberg Bought The Dems!

Monday 02/17/20 - VOD link for this episode here: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/553440892

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