Easiest Pop Quiz Ever

Pop Quiz:

Q: What former high-ranking White House official has now become totally irrelevant to anything happening currently on Planet Earth?

Q: Who played “hard to get”, far too long, with the American reading public?

Q: Who, during a time of dire constitutional crisis, proved himself to be a shameless, brazen, expedient huckster?

Q: Whose, as of yet unpublished book, will  join Rod McKuen’s, Listen to the Warm, James Frey’s, A Million Little Pieces, and Donald Trump’s, The Art of the Deal, as totally useless, boring pieces of literary shit?

If you answered Sean Spicer, Anthony Scaramucci or Boris Epstein, you would be close, but no enchilada.

The correct answer is: JOHN BOLTON

Bolton claims parts of his upcoming book, The Room Where It Happened: A White House Memoir, that are being leaked to the press, will reveal that Congress was guilty of impeachment incompetence, by focusing exclusively on the Ukraine Quid Pro Quo scandal, and not the other countless other similar foreign policy misdeeds of the Trump administration.

First question every reporter (and American citizen) should ask John Bolton is:

“Why the fuck didn’t you speak up when it mattered?”

Johnny, you need to pull your fat, self-important head out of your ass and look around. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of a global pandemic, on the verge of another Great Depression and millions of American citizens are protesting the senseless, racially motivated murder of too many of our fellow Black American citizens by White Cops.

At this point, do you seriously think anyone is interested in reading your pretentiously titled book? “The Room Where It Should Have Happened” was that big room on the floor of Congress during the impeachment hearings. Your testimony could have proved valuable in convicting and removing the Incredible Presidential Hoax, Donald J. Trump.

But you chose the promise of pesos over patriotism and now you will pay the price. We know where your book, The Room Where It Happened: A White House memoir, is going to end up, the bathroom. Your book, your legacy, and that annoying walrus moustache of yours, will get flushed down the toilet of history and wind up in the stinking sewer of anonymity.

Goo goo g’joob!

 

 

 

 

Cool Hand Pat

You know you’ve been insulted when hep cat, bebop-a-lula, I don’t mean maybe, Beatitude Beat poet, Pat Robertson says Trump is not “cool” for turning his Storm Trooper dogs, armed with ominous weapons, on those peaceful demonstrators, in order to clear a path, like the parting of the Red Sea, so Trump could have that Bible-wielding photo op.

Robertson: “Yo-yo daddy-o! Not cool, shit-for-brains. Most definitely not cool.  You see what I’m saying, Jim? When you do that nasty ass stuff with the Holy Book, you be dissing my main man, Nazzy Jay-C., The Big G, The Man Upstairs. See what I’m saying, dog?”

Trump: “I don’t need a seeing eye dog, padre”

Robertson: “Man oh man, Bunker Baby Boy, you just too lame for the game. Dig?”

Trump: “I went down in that bunker to inspect it.”

Robertson: “Inspect it? Whatchoo gonna inspect, Willis? Huh, boy? What?? You be checking to see if it gots a window for your KFC deliveries?”

Robertson laughs, shakes his head, bends over, and slaps his knees.  He straightens up, reaches in his pocket, pulls out a harmonica and begins to play…

Robertson: “Check out this blue-eyed soul, white boy.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-Qn9CVnpmc

Bible Thumper Trump Takes the Oaf of Office

About 160 days to the election. Unfortunately, there will only be about 75 people left in the USA, after the trumpvirus pendejodemic has run its course. Seventy of them will be illegal immigrants who will commit voter fraud by voting several thousand times for Biden. Trump will cry foul. The Supreme Court (which will just be Clarence Thomas) will turnover the election and swear in Donald.

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.

 

 

 

Why There Are No Black Rugby Players

Despite advice to the contrary, Trump could not help himself and finally held a news conference to answer questions about the murder of George Floyd. It proved to be a most fateful day.

Yamiche Alcindor, White House correspondent for the PBS News Hour and the bane of Trump’s news conference existence, questioned the Incredible Hoax President.

Alcindor: “Mr. President, how do you feel about the murder of George Floyd?”

Trump: “Look, the MAGA people love the Blacks. I love the Blacks. No one has done more for the Blacks than me. Have you noticed all the Black lawn jockeys on the White House lawn? No one is writing about that. I have the highest number of Black lawn Jockeys on the White House lawn since Woodrow Wilson.”

Alcindor: “But, specifically, sir, what about the murder of George Floyd by that Minneapolis police officer? Can you speak directly to my question?”

Trump: “MY administration has also strongly condemned minstrels shows. No one hates banjo music more than me. Meanwhile, watermelon sales are at a record high and I consume more fried chicken than the entire NBA.”

Alcindor: “Please, sir, what about George Floyd?”

Trump: “Look, nobody cared when Lloyd George was killed as far as I know, George Floyd was not a member of the House of Lords, neither the Lord Jesus nor Traci Lords. But I love me some Black folks. Yeowzer, yeowzerr, brother. I love black singers, like Smokin’ Joe Robin Hood and, of course, I eat fried chicken by the lovin’ shovelful. I hear the darker the beery, the sweeter the juice. I get tested for Jungle Fever every day, but I am looking very strongly at Halle Berry. Who would have thought Wallace Berry would have produced such a hot hunk of brown sugar.”

Alcindor: “Mr. President, that’s Wallace Beery, not Berry. But again, what about police brutality? What about excessive force by the police in black communities?  What about the murder of George…”?

Trump (interrupts): “Okay, that’s enough. You’re a very rude, horrible, unattractive person, who should be taking Halle Berry Pills.”

Alcindor: “There’s no such thing as Halle Berry Pills. Believe me, if there were, I’d be taking them by the lovin’ spoonful.”

Trump: “I’ve got Jared forming a pharmaceutical commission to look into it.”

Alcindor: “when can we expect a report?”

Trump: “As soon as he gets peace in the Middle East, streamlines the government and finds a cure for the Yellow Slopehead Virus.”

Alcindor: “In other words…never.”

Trump: “You are a failure as a reporter.”

Alcindor: “What about police brutality in the black community?”

Trump: “Okay, missy. You want to talk about brutality. Rugby! Now that is brutal. But rugby players never complain about brutality. You know why?”

Alcindor: “I’m holding my breath.”

Trump: “Because there are no black rugby players. Maybe if that stone-cold loser QB, Colin Kopperhead, took a knee on your neck, you’d understand.”

Trump makes a face and begins to pass gas.

Press Secretary: “OK, EVERBODY, CLEAR THE ROOM!”

Several white House staffers take out cans of Air Freshener and begin to spray the room. A departing reporter is seen by a staffer beginning to strike a match to light his cigarette.

Staffer: “DO NOT LIGHT THAT MATCH!”

FLASH! KA-BOOM!

A huge flaming fireball explodes out of Trump’s ass. A firestorm engulfs the White House and it burns down into a smoldering pile of ashes.

That night on HBO’s “Real Time” with Bill Maher.

Bill Maher: “well, someone finally figured out a way to get Trump out of the White House…. turn him into a charcoal briquette.”

Trump’s favorite Smokin’ Joe robin Hood tune…and mine.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0P2a6aLDkkM

 

Thus Spake the Prophet Billy

Our traditional allies no longer trust us. We cozy up to dictators and despots.  We have backed out of every major treaty. We are the laughingstock of the whole world. We have a gulag for immigrants along our southern border. We are in the grasp of a global pandemic that is decimating our population. We are turning a blind eye to climate change. We have 40 million unemployed. We are on the verge of another Great Depression. We have riots breaking out all over the country because of yet another police killing of a black man. We have a low IQ, psychopath, pathological liar, racist, Russian asset president who wears a girdle, lifts, and shits in his pants and has fathered three children (Don Jr., Eric, Ivanka), who appear to have come from the Village of the Damned.

How is all this Making America Great Again?

I am hearing that this election could be like Reagan upsetting incumbent Jimmy Carter in the huge landslide of 1980.

The difference this time though is Jimmy Carter was an honorable man. He accepted defeat graciously, went back to his peanut farm and became the greatest ex-president in US history.

Trump is none of those things and will never become any of those things. He will be screaming “voter fraud” on Trump TV, live and direct from Mar-a-Lago until dysentery finally does him in.

When he loses the election, how this philandering, tax cheat, business failure, con artist, grifter, physically and morally repugnant and odious human being rose to the level of prominence, where his name begins and ends every sentence in our national dialog, will be a tattoo on our collective soul, we will never be able to erase.

Donald Trump is what the Book of Revelations was all about. He is the Devil Incarnate.

As Billy, the Native American in Predator, ominously observes, as he stares up into the trees, realizing he and his comrades are being hunted by an invisible monster:

“We’re all gonna die.”

 

Next Question

Where to you think Trump will come down on this cop who murdered George Floyd?

Black Female Reporter: “Mr. President, the video clearly shows the policeman had his knee on the back of Mr. Floyd’s neck with his full weight behind it. What does that indicate to you?”

Trump: “Why don’t you go back to Africa and ask someone there?”

BFR: “I was born in Mississippi!”

Trump: “Yeah, go back to your shithole country of Mississippi.”

BFR: “This cop obviously murdered Mr. Floyd. Don’t you agree?”

Trump: “No. Lots of people are saying this Floyd person was an avid fisherman and this nice police officer was just helping him find earthworms.”

BFR: “By kneeing his face into the dirt?”

Trump: “well, earthworms don’t grow on trees. You gotta get down, put your face on the ground and look hard.”

BFR: “Mr. Floyd said several times he could not breathe.”

Trump: “Listen, Brown Sugar, you are very rude. Everyone knows you must take a deep breath before you put your face in the ground to look for earthworms. This Floyd guy was just careless.”

BFR: “That’s the most ridiculous…”

Trump: “Enough, enough. Next question.”

The Diaper Don's Post Space X News Conference

News conference after Space X rocket launch gets scrubbed. Trump steps up to the microphones and points to a reporter.

Reporter: “Mr. President, another defeat for your administration. The Space X launch was cancelled due to bad weather. Do you bear any responsibility for the failure?”

Trump: “You’re such a rude black female reporter.”

Reporter: “Sir, it’s me, Jim Acosta, CNN. I am a White male, just like you.”

Trump: “I blame Obamagate for this disaster.”

Reporter: “Why?”

Trump: “It’s been in the papers, Jim. Well, not yours. But you know what I’m talking about and so does everyone else.”

Reporter: “I don’t. Please explain.”

Trump: “When you look at the bad weather, when you look at where it all comes from, lots of people say it comes from Africa. Where is Barack Hussein Obama from?”

Reporter: “Hawaii?”

Trump: “No! Africa. All those bad storms originated in Africa. I wanted to drop atom bombs on those storms and destroy them, but I inherited an empty cupboard from Obama. No bullets. No nuclear bombs. No Doritos. Nothing. It was in all the papers, except yours…”

He points to Jim Acosta.

“…you lying, black bitch.”

Reporter: “Sir, is it true you wear a girdle, a diaper and shit continually in your pants?”

Trump grimaces, grunts, leans over, turns to one side, and violently shakes his right leg.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H03I1Ip4PJQ

Trump: “Ah-h-h-h-! Ivan-ka-ka-ka! Thank you. Thank you very much.”

Trump turns to leave. Pence drapes a huge, plastic shower curtain over Trump and hustles him off stage. Pence returns to the podium.

Pence: “Thank you, Mr. President for your tremendous leadership…ah, fuck, I got it on my shoes! These are my best pair of Florsheim Wing Tips.”