Trump Names Jeanine Pirro As New Interim US Attorney For DC

President Donald Trump has made a another appointment that has sent Democrats into a frenzy.

On Thursday, the president announced the appointment of Judge Jeanine Pirro, co-host of the Fox News show “The Five,” to be the interim U.S. Attorney for Washington, D.C.

“I am pleased to announce that Judge Jeanine Pirro will be appointed interim United States Attorney for the

District of Columbia,” the president said on Truth Social. “Jeanine is incredibly well qualified for this position, and is considered one of the Top District

Attorneys in the History of the State of New York. She is in a class by herself. Congratulations Jeanine!”

Her employer, Fox News, responded quickly to the announcement.

“Jeanine Pirro has been a wonderful addition to The Five over the last three years and a longtime beloved host

across FOX News Media who contributed greatly to our success throughout her 14-year tenure. We wish her all the

best in her new role in Washington,” a spokesperson for the news organization said.

It came after Republican Sen. Thom Tillis blocked the nomination of

the previous interim U.S. Attorney for Washington, D.C., Ed Martin, from being confirmed.

The senator said he met with the nominee to alleviate some concerns,

but those concerns still lingered on Tuesday when he spoke to CNN reporter Manu Raju.

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