The Obama administration is the land of a million middle fingers. State Department  spokes-chicks Jen Psaki and Marie Harf have hair so hot its like beyond flannel. But the fact that Obama and Kerry chose two thirty-something derpinas to present war news at a time of genocides, mass beheadings and rapes, unlawful military incursions and as Islamic and Russian forces are unopposed in conquering sovereign nations goes beyond irresponsible. JV? The Psaki and Harf  two-girl volleyball team is another middle finger to America.

Marie Harf sounded like a cheesed-off sixteen-year-old the morning after the big party when she dissed O'Reilly for saying, “…that woman [Jen Psaki] looks way out of her depth.”

For teenage girls the clique is of utmost importance. When they go all panties in a wad it's often for their BFFs. Harf don't stand on her jays, she stands behind her blud, Psaki. Harf not only lacks gravitas, she appears to lack conscience to grasp the international purpose and life-and-death seriousness of her job, that people live or are murdered on the turn of her flippant, self-referential phraseology. Stop the world! O'Reilly called my BFF “that woman.” It is hideous that she wasted one second in these desperate times ranting about imaginary sexism. Her bosses want Harf to spout domestic sex politics. And after all, that is the only item on her resume.

As a nuclearized world goes up in flames, the redhead and the blond babe -- both without military or diplomatic leadership experience -- personify Obama's scheme of powerlessness and defeat of the United States.