The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
I wonder if this has been substantiated in any way. If so, it would carry a great deal more meaning to everyone.
Either way, the whole DOGE experiment is nuts.