Nunes leaves quite a legacy in the House, especially from back when Republicans were in the majority and he served as the severely underqualified chair of the House Intelligence Committee. That's right, the person about whom it was once said (and not even by us) that "No one is asking him to bring the potato salad to the Mensa picnic" was the chair of the intelligence committee.

We are not sure, but we think we started really keeping tabs on Nunes just after that night in March of 2017, when he ninja kicked his way out of an Uber so he could sprint to the White House to tell the White House what the White House had just told him about how there was PROOF that Barack Obama personally put "wire tapps" inside Donald Trump's bottom. From there we were off to the races.

[snip for a tragicomic rundown of some of Devin Nunes' greatest hits]

Anyway, within a month, Wonkette was calling him "Devin Nunes, Cow Detective" and making all other manner of cow jokes. We should be clear obviously that we have no inside knowledge of Devin Nunes ever dating a cow or even having to kiss one during a game of spin the bottle, but if any cows have stories, they are always free to tell us them.

Point is, we bet Devin Nunes quitting Congress to take a job running "company" for Donald Trump is a good move and nothing but good will come of it.

Fly high on the back of a cow that has wings, Devin Nunes!

Ivanka Trump and Jared Kushner spent their entire tenure in Washington attempting to cast themselves as people who not only belonged there, but who would one day return to D.C. not as daughter and son-in-law of the commander in chief but as president and first man in their own right. (Yes, as Michael Wolff reported in Fire and Fury, the duo, harboring off-the-chart delusions, “made an earnest deal” that “if sometime in the future the opportunity arose, [Ivanka would] be the one to run for president,” in an exchange that we can only assume involved Ivanka putting her finger to Kushner’s lips and whispering, “It’ll be me. I’ll be the president.”) So when ’Vanky’s dad decided to incite a violent insurrection on the U.S. Capitol in an attempt to overthrow the results of a free and fair election—and Princess Purses, badly miscalculating the situation, called the angry mob “patriots”—it didn’t jibe with the look they were going for. Subsequently, the couple fled to Florida in an apparent attempt to lay low.

And for the past 10 months, save for some presumably orchestrated photo-ops, they mostly have. But for people who clearly view themselves as royalty, not being able to attend society gatherings obviously chafes. With the one-year anniversary of that pesky little attack on democracy coming up, they apparently think enough time has passed that their association with one of the worst days in U.S. history is but a distant memory, and it’s now appropriate to slither back onto the scene, as they did Tuesday night. [snip]

The apparent longtime friendliness with Arnault, combined with this being Florida, and not, say, New York City, where the Trump name is near-universally loathed, seemingly made the event a relatively safe space for the couple; it does not appear that they had Champagne thrown in their faces or their clothes spattered with paint intended as a stand-in for the blood of the Americans who died of COVID on Donald (and Jared’s) watch. But it definitely sounds as though many people would prefer they go back into hiding!

“These fascist collaborators should be made to feel unwelcome everywhere they go,” one Twitter user wrote in response to the news. “Do not normalize,” said journalist Kim Masters. “Louis Vuitton giving Ivanka and Jared front-row seats to a show commemorating the late Virgil Abloh is just too much,” tweeted The Daily Beast’s Marlow Stern. “I would prefer they stayed in hiding for the rest of their lives. Sick of looking at either one of them,” said another commentator.