KJP Stunned, Watch The Hilarious Reaction

On Tuesday, Simon Ateba, a reporter from Africa, finally snapped and Iashed out at Biden’s Press Secretary, Karine Jean Pierre.

What sparked his fire and fury was her repeatedly dodging questions relating to Biden’s document scandaI, particularly her misleading reporters as of late.

In fact, Simon was so furious that he toId KJP, to her face, in front of all the other reporters, that she is unfit for her job.

At the beginning, Simon questioned KJP on whether she could actually handle the position. He said, Karine, since you don’t have any answer on the cIassified documents, you don’t seem a good fit for this job. We do not seem to have any answer from you.

An exchange from the January 24th press conference shows why reporters are growing so frustrated with KJP. When asked about the Biden documents and the building scandal, she refused to give any answers, instead just trying to redirect the inquisitive reporter, FNC’s Peter Doocy.

Watch the video:

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