When you ask your masters for permission to “speak about a charity” and use that experience to put out propaganda, to support you, and besmirch your masters you wind up in deep swan shit. Especially when you have made NUMEROUS negative comments about the community you pretend to represent. Most recently you accused your female colleague of “tucking” in a derogatory manner The people in the community that often pays your bread and butter are appalled that you pretend to be their savior on TV. You treat all of your employees horrifically.
And your primary organization is headed for a great fall.
You and your husband are the the Jim and Tammy Faye Baker of two particular communities. No one can give them enough facts to break the spell. You’re scheisters, lining your own pockets. But those closest to you (briefly) always see through you. So do your masters. You fucked up greatly today.
Soon all the king’s horses and all the king’s men won’t be able to put you together again. You better get it together. Take it from me. Things took a turn while I was distracted. You better sit on the wall and hold on for dear life, or you will be down to maybe one producer credit, no camera time. Period. And that won’t stop the FEDS. Allegedly.