Thomas: “Is this your personal Bible, Mr. President?”
Thomas opens it up and leafs through it.
Thomas: “Interesting, your Bible has a picture of the singer,
Madonna, standing on a crescent moon wearing only a bra and panties.”
Trump: “Hey, you seen one Madonna, you’ve seen them all.”
Thomas: “Back here in the church services for the Passion of the
Christ, you’ve changed the 12 Stations of the Cross with the 12 Stations of the
Double Cross.”
Trump: “Well, I’m a businessman, a very successful one.”
Thomas: “You’ve changed the proverb; It’s easier for a camel
to jump through the eye of a needle, than it is for a rich man to get into
Heaven to read: It’s almost as much fun to stick a needle a in the eye
of a camel as it is to stick a needle in the eye of Nancy Pelosi by lowering
corporate tax rates to Zero Percent.”
Trump: “I’m a firm believer in Biblical Economics.”
Thomas holds Trump’s Bible up to his nose and stares at it
closely.
Thomas: “Hey, this looks and smells like somebody took a whiz on
it.”
Trump: “Okay, let’s use yours.”
Thomas takes out his Bible out from his judicial robes and hands
it over to Trump.
Trump: “Clarence, there’s pubic hair all over this Bible.”
Thomas (sheepishly): “Yeah, it was supposed to be a present for
Anita Hill. She turned it down.”
Trump: “Another ungrateful black bitch. I’m telling you man.”
Trump grabs the Bible and takes the Oath of Office.
Thomas: Okay, you’re president.”
Trump turns to make his Second Inaugural Address. He stares out
at a vast, empty wasteland that once was Washington, DC. One MAGA-cap wearing
guy sits alone. All around him tumbleweed rolls in front and behind him. Huge
rats, the size of adult Filipinos, stand upright, orange eyes glowing. In the
distance, coyotes are fucking like rabbits. Lady Bunny asks her Jackrabbit
boyfriend, “Can you do that?”. Buzzards pick at the bones of dead trumpvirus
victims.
Trump: “My fellow American.”
MAGA guy takes off his cap and waves it.
Trump: “Yeah, you! Today I am announcing I am lowering the
corporate tax rate to -7.9%. And I’m immediately signing a Presidential
Directive to put a stop to all this coyote fucking. This canine fornication
stops here and now.”
The upright, Filipino adult-sized rats look at each other, and
shrug their shoulders with bewildered looks on their faces.
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