Trump's Cabinent: Marco Rubio, Secretary of Shit...I Mean State

And Ongoing Wendy the Druid Series

As failure wafts through the halls of the State Department these days. It's not just the usual government building smell—that blend of old coffee, photocopier toner, and bureaucratic sweat. No, this is something more putrid, more insidious: the unmistakable odor of incompetence personified by our current Secretary of State, Marco Rubio.

When Donny McDumpstain appointed this diplomatic disaster to represent American interests abroad, those of us who'd been watching Rubio's career trajectory felt our stomachs lurch like we'd just swallowed spoiled milk. The bitter taste of impending catastrophe coated our tongues. Now, three months into this administration, that foreboding has crystallized into a fucking nightmare.

The Absentee Senator Becomes the Absent-Minded Secretary

Remember when Rubio couldn't be bothered to show up for his actual job as a senator? …