There’s something so creepy about negotiating who “gets to have” a killer like Rittenhouse on staff, that her clumsy attempt at an able-ism format joke seems like an old school Bob Hope country-club Republican warm-up act. She wasn’t trying to be self-deprecating, she was mocking a paralyzed person while talking to a straight-up Nazi.
(And, no: I am not defending Eagles Nest Gift Shop habitué Maddie Cawthorn. He can go straight to hell.)
(Hat tip: Scissorheads Fran and D-Cap)