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“Here's how it works: the president makes decisions. He's the decider. The press secretary announces those decisions, and you people of the press type those decisions down. Make, announce, type. Just put 'em through a spell check and go home. The greatest thing about this man is he's steady. You know where he stands. He believes the same thing Wednesday that he believed on Monday, no matter what happened Tuesday. Events can change; this man's beliefs never will.”

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Stephen Colbert
Stephen Colbert

Stephen Colbert is an American comedian, writer, television host, and political commentator. He is known for his satirical style on the show 'The Colbert Report' and is recognized for his wit and humor, often offering sharp commentary on political and social issues. more

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