KJP gets humiliated by Doocy so bad!?

Fox News Channel’s White House Correspondent, Peter Doocy, managed to do what he does best and absolutely set off White House Press Secretary Karine Jean-Pierre during the Thursday White House Press Briefing, questioning Biden’s border poIicy and causing her to boil over and shout him down.

Doocy went for the jugular from the very beginning, His first question, when she called on him, was, Thanks, Karine. So, what do you call it here at the White House when 10,000 people iIIegally cross the border in a single day?

Predictably, that led to a messy back-and-forth. KJP began by refusing to even pretend to answer the question, saying, So, what do you call it, Peter, when GOP puts forth a — wait, no. Doocy, who couId tell she wasn’t going to give an answer, said, “Asking are you —” His interjection led to her popping off, snapping, No, no, no, no, no, no, you can’t. That then led to more of a verbal sparring match, with Doocy trying to get KJP to answer the question and KJP shouting him down, which cuIminated in her refusing to answer whatsoever and moving on, snapping, I tried to answer the question, and you stopped me.

Doocy wasn’t done, however. He came back the next day with the same question prepared and again demanded an answer. When called on, he said, I — same question. KJP started Iaughing and Doocy insisted, “Same question as yesterday.”

Then, when KJP asked him to repeat the question that had caused the freakout the day before, Doocy again asked, “What do you call it when 10,000 people illegaIIy cross the border in a single day?”

Giving something of an answer instead of just shouting Doocy down this time, KJP said, “So, here’s what I will say. And you’ve heard us say — you heard me say this a coupIe of times — and I’ll say it again because it is the facts: On day one, the first day of this President’s administration, he put forth a comprehensive immigration reform that we believe — we believe that was desperately needed for this country. Right? As we know, and you’ve heard us say this many times before, we are dealing with a broken system. And no action was taken from Congress.

Continuing, she added, And so, what the President was able to do: He imposed consequences for those who do not have the IegaI basis to remain. And he has removed more than 250,000 individuals — this administration has done so — since May 12th. And so, we’ve taken action.

Related Posts

Police found the body of a 34-year-old woman, crushed in a car accident. They took her phone, but what they saw when they opened her Facebook page left them speechless! Here\’s the last thing she did before she died: Check the comments below 👇👇

Tragically, 34-year-old Courtney Ann Sanford, who was regarded as an experienced driver, perished in an automobile accident.

Number 1 Hit Singer Passed Away..Details below

His wife, Francesca, told The Hollywood Reporter that he passed away at home in Pittsburgh on Wednesday after a brief illness. “It is with deep sorrow that…

These Are Clear Signs That He Is Cr… See more

Did you know that swollen feet can be a sign of various health issues? They may indicate poor circulation, fluid retention, or inflammation. It’s important to monitor…

He believes Iran ‘delivered a hard slap to America’s face’ 😳

Iran’s Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei has made his first public statement since the recent ceasefire between Iran and Israel, addressing both Iranian citizens and international audiences…

Treatment For Pimples On Forehead – 12 Best Home Cures

The best, easy, and most effective treatment for pimples on forehead is the use of natural home remedies.We mostly use chemical made products for the treatment for…

Nobody expected fifty bikers at my son\’s funeral. Least of all the four teenagers who put him there. I\’m not a crier. Twenty-six years as a high school janitor taught me to keep my emotions locked down tight. But when that first Harley rumbled into the cemetery parking lot, followed by another, then another, until the whole place vibrated with thunder—that\’s when I finally broke. My fourteen-year-old boy, Mikey, had hanged himself in our garage. The note he left mentioned four classmates by name. \”I can\’t take it anymore, Dad,\” he\’d written. \”They won\’t stop. Every day they say I should kill myself. Now they\’ll be happy.\” The police called it \”unfortunate but not criminal.\” The school principal offered \”thoughts and prayers\” then suggested we have the funeral during school hours to \”avoid potential incidents.\” I\’d never felt so powerless. Couldn\’t protect my boy while he was alive. Couldn\’t get justice after he was gone. Then Sam showed up at our door. Six-foot-three, leather vest, gray beard down to his chest. I recognized him—he pumped gas at the station where Mikey and I would stop for slushies after his therapy appointments. \”Heard about your boy,\” he said, standing awkward on our porch. \”My nephew did the same thing three years back. Different school, same reason.\” I didn\’t know what to say, so I just nodded. \”Thing is,\” Sam continued, looking past me like the words hurt to say, \”nobody stood up for my nephew. Not at the end, not after. Nobody made those kids face what they did.\” He handed me a folded paper with a phone number. \”You call if you want us there. No trouble, just… presence.\” I didn\’t call. Not at first. But the night before the funeral, I found Mikey\’s journal. Pages of torment. Screenshots of text messages telling my gentle, struggling son to \”do everyone a favor and end it.\” My hands shook as I dialed the number. \”How many people you expecting at this funeral?\” Sam asked after I explained. \”Maybe thirty. Family, some teachers. None of his classmates.\” \”The ones who bullied him—they coming?\” \”Principal said they\’re planning to, with their parents. To \’show support.\’\” The words tasted like acid. Sam was quiet for a moment. \”We\’ll be there at nine. You won\’t have to worry about a thing.\” I didn\’t understand what he meant until I saw them the next morning—a sea of leather vests, weathered faces, and solemn eyes. The Hell\’s Angels patches visible as they formed two lines leading to the small chapel, creating a corridor of protection. The funeral director approached me, panic in his eyes. \”Sir, there are… numerous motorcycle enthusiasts arriving. Should I call the police?\” \”They\’re invited guests,\” I said. When the four boys arrived with their parents, confused expressions turned to fear as they saw the bikers. Sam stepped forward and…. Check out the first comment to read the full story

Nobody expected fifty bikers at my son’s funeral. Least of all the four teenagers who put him there. I’m not a crier. Twenty-six years as a high…