But while the self-styled man of the people pledged free buses and universal childcare, his partygoers were greeted with prices more in line with Manhattan’s high-end cocktail lounges.
Photos posted by Politico reporter Jeff Coltin showed Pabst Blue Ribbon beers selling for $13, Montauk Summer Ale for $16, Indian Wells Chardonnay and Riesling for $15, and espresso martini coolers and old fashioneds topping out at $22. Even soft drinks cost $12, and a pretzel-wrapped hot dog went for $10, according to The Post.
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GET THE HELL OUT OF MY COUNTRY IF YOU HATE IT SO MUCH!… The words detonated inside the Senate chamber like a 12-gauge loaded with rock salt and Scripture. Senator John Neely Kennedy didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. He just let that slow, south-Louisiana drawl roll out like a single sentence that hit harder than any gavel ever could. Every marble wall in the place seemed to lean in. Ilhan Omar froze mid-sentence, mouth still open, eyes wide like someone had just yanked the pin on a grenade she thought was a microphone. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez actually took one step backward, heel catching on the carpet, hand flying to her chest as if she’d been slapped by the ghost of Andrew Jackson himself. De@d. Silence. You could hear the air-conditioning click on. Then Kennedy leaned forward, calm as a gator sunning on a log, and finished the thought: \\\”Darlin’s, this ain’t your personal sandbox to remake into whatever caliphate or socialist fever dream y’all woke up with this morning. This is the United States Senate. We took an oath to the Constitution of the United States of America—not the manifesto of the month club. If you wake up every day ashamed of the flag that’s kept you safe, fed, and free to run your mouth; if you think this nation is some irredeemable dumpster fire that needs to be burned down and rebuilt in your image; then do us all a favor: Pack your bags, kiss the tarmac at Dulles goodbye, and get the hell out. We’ll even spring for economy plus. But you don’t get to stay here, draw a taxpayer paycheck, and spit on the graves of the boys who died face-down in the mud so you could sit up here play-acting Che Guevara in designer hijab. The chamber stayed frozen for seven full seconds; an eternity on C-SPAN. Then the galleries erupted. Half the room leapt to their feet cheering. The other half looked like they’d just watched someone burn a Koran and a Communist Manifesto at the same time. Omar’s face went stone-cold. AOC’s bottom lip actually trembled; whether rage or shock, nobody could tell. Kennedy just gathered his papers, tipped an imaginary hat to the presiding officer, and strolled out like a man who’d just finished a pleasant afternoon of fishing. By the time he reached the hallway, was the number-one trending topic on every platform on Earth. Clips racked up 300 million views in six hours. The Senate switchboard crashed. The Capitol Police had to lock the doors because crowds started gathering outside chanting the line verbatim. Insiders say Schumer hasn’t slept. The White House is in full meltdown. And somewhere in a quiet office on the Hill, John Neely Kennedy poured two fingers of bourbon, looked out over the Potomac, and smiled the small, satisfied smile of a man who just reminded everybody whose house this really is. The bayou spoke. America listened. And Washington will never be the same. Senator Kennedy just made a statement that rocked the Senate. Want to know the full story and see the explosive moment that everyone’s talking about?… Details in the comments