The press gaggle is no longer gagged. They have begun to pester the Petulant Childe in the White House. During a photo-op, they pestered him so much he phased out the photos and phlipped them the phinger and phlung them out.
Born at Yerkes Observatory, grew up on many observatory mountains and secret government testing grounds, burr under the saddle of the Real Rulers of America since childhood, family black sheep with three bags of wool, pulled down more than one politician in life, winner of the "Struck by Lightning Indoors" award for most hits in lifetime, three direct and seven glancing blows. Now living on a mountain with horses and cats and dogs and chickens and a husband. Yikes.