Fox News Channel’s White House Correspondent, Peter Doocy, managed to do what he does best and absoIutely set off White House Press Secretary Karine Jean-Pierre during the Thursday White House Press Briefing, questioning Biden’s border policy 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 illegaIIy 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 could 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.
Watch it here:
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 laughing 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?
My MIL Threw Away All My Food from the Fridge – I Responded on Her Birthday

Living under the same roof with my mother-in-law had been challenging from the start. The cultural differences between us had always been a point of contention, but I never expected it to escalate to the point of her disposing of all my cooking supplies.
The food I cook, a vibrant representation of my South Asian heritage, means more to me than just sustenance; it’s a connection to my roots, my family, and my identity. However, the disdain from my mother-in-law towards my culture and the food I love became painfully evident the day I found my pantry emptied.
Having my mother-in-law move in was never going to be easy. The dynamics in our household shifted dramatically, but I had hoped for a semblance of respect and understanding. My husband, whose palate has embraced the diverse flavors of my cooking, has been caught in the middle of this cultural clash. His efforts to mediate have been commendable, yet the strain is visible, eroding the harmony we once shared.

The disparaging comments from my mother-in-law weren’t new to me. She had always made her feelings known, criticizing the way I eat with my hands as if it were something to be ashamed of, or the aromatic spices that filled our home, dismissing them as offensive. My husband’s attempts to defend me and educate her on the beauty and diversity of other cultures seemed futile.
Living with her constant judgments and disregard for my heritage was testing my patience, but I had chosen to remain silent, attributing her behavior to the stress of the quarantine.
The morning I discovered the empty pantry was a breaking point. The realization that she had taken it upon herself to throw away not just the food but a piece of my identity was shocking. Her justification, claiming it was for the sake of her son’s dietary preferences, was a blatant disregard for me, my culture, and even her son’s choices.

Andrea’s secret revenge provided her with a sense of satisfaction and closure, allowing her to reclaim some control over her relationship with Vivian and setting the stage for a new dynamic within the family. Despite the unorthodox method, Andrea’s actions underscored the deep-seated issues in her relationship with Vivian and her desperation for acknowledgment and respect.
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