Nothing. It literally amounted to nothing.
Under the old constitution, Brandon could have simply sent Congress a note on a napkin that said, “things are fine.” Instead, he rambled for however long, saying nothing, admitting much unsaid (nothing good), pandering to every class of not-Amerikant and very special interests. And, he made an opportunity for the GOP Gurlz to act up and for the empty-headed talking heads to blow more hot air.
Yet and still, Brandon himself looked and talked better than I can remember since he was first reluctantly drafted into running for fake president. They must have upped his meds. Maybe he’s on some cool, new stem cell therapy. Whatever it is, it helped – him, not the dog and pony show speech.
Maybe by next year, he’ll be able to walk again! Progress.