TL;DR: The Senate’s saddest zionist ogre has a Bolsonaro-esque affinity for collecting mental illnesses and is probably going to kill himself soon.
Also, he’s addicted to ruining his kids’ birthdays:
In March, Fetterman suddenly took an early-morning trip to Hartford, Connecticut, without telling his team why — leaving them at a loss for what to tell Gisele when she demanded to know why he was missing one of their kids’ birthdays. Fetterman objected to this characterization, saying to me, “I took a weekend trip in March to visit the grave site of my friend from grad school who died in 1993 — a trip my staff and family knew about.”
Dude has absolutely ghoulish political views, but this does make me feel somewhat bad for him. Sounds like he is in a seriously bad place, and I can’t imagine the job he’s doing (or the way he’s doing it) would be good for anybody’s mental or physical health.
It makes me happy that he is in such a bad place, and I pray it gets significantly worse for him.
Wife good!
Hot take, but in a fight between John Fetterman and depression, I’m going to give my critical support to comrade depression.