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A Mayer Of Twists And Turns

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I feel like I don’t know you any more.

“I have always behaved this way. You just weren’t paying attention to me before.”

Sure. Is that your special face-washing bandana?

“Yes.”

Who?

“Tom Ford.”

Gucci?

“No. Tom Ford made it for me with his hands.”

Wow.

“It’s cashmeerkat.”

Is it comfortable?

“No. Very hot. And you can’t get sweat on it.”

Probably why they’re usually made from cotton.

“Egyptian cotton?”

American motherfucking cotton, Josh.

“Don’t call me that.”

Don’t be so wrong about bandanas.

“Dude, you wanna come at me on bandanas? I got a bandana blog, bro.”

What would there possibly be to blog about? They’re scraps of fabric. Bandanas are the slushees of the garment world: you buy them at gas stations, and you should always go with red. You buy a new one along with a new pair of sunglasses at the beginning of a road trip. That is all there is to know about bandanas.

“Well, you don’t have a collector’s eye.”

Wait.

“What?”

This is a trick. You’re deliberately goading me into putting Kim Jong-Un on the line, or whatever I nonsense I think up. What’s up your sleeve?

“My tattoo sleeve? We’ve never really discussed it in depth. Everything means stuff.”

No. I was just using a metaphor.

“Is ‘up your sleeve’ a metaphor? More of a cliche.”

Stop it, Meyers. You’re making me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.

“Who’s on the phone? Is it the same joke, just slightly reworded?”

Stop it.

“Another procrastination?”

Don’t.

“Why haven’t you written a book?”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Ow! That hurt, man.”

That hurt? Aw. Pick up the phone.

“I don’t deserve this.”

You deserve worse, and should thank me for not providing it. I could shunt you into an alternate trimension where time is made out of knives. I don’t do that.

cell phone noise

“Your sarcasm is not endearing.”

Wasn’t meant to be. Pick up the phone.

“Ugh. You’re boring. Whatever, fine.”

“Yeah, hello?”

“John? This is Donald Trump and OJ Simpson. We’re here from 1993 and we’re downstairs in your house.”

“Hey, buddy! It’s the Juice!”

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“We brought friends. I have the best friends, many of who are black.”

“It’s a party!”

“Hold, please.”

“This is not right.”

What?

“Tasteless.”

Which one?

“Both, either, whatever.”

SHWMIZZZZMSWHAWOOMP, THERE IT IS!

WHOOMP THERE IT IS!

“Is that my stereo?”

“Hey, Josh: where do you keep the cocaine?”

“I don’t have any cocaine, OJ Simpson who is in my fucking house!”

“This is not okay.”

You should go down there. You’re being a terrible host.

“Please get Donald Trump and OJ out of my home.”

But it’s funny.

“My home! Where my groupies play with my balls.”

RED PHONE NOISE

“Oh, what fresh hell is this?”

It’s the Red Phone.

“I don’t have a Red Phone. Only the President of the United States and the Premier of the Soviet Union had Red Phones, and they weren’t actually red. Or phones.”

Nevertheless.

“I think I would know if I had a Red Phone.”

RED PHONE NOISE

“Oh, there it is.”

Must be important.

“Comrade Khrushchev?”

“Please hold for the president.”

“Grumble grumble.”

Grumble grumble? What the fuck was that?

“Well, I wanted to sigh in exasperation. Convey that through dialogue, please.”

Don’t be a dick.

“Your chosen format has inherent flaws.”

You bring all of these things on yourself.

“What the hell are you two idiots talking about? America is threatened, John. And whoever you’re talking to. Who are you talking to?

“Nobody.”

Nobody.

“I don’t care, so I’ll take both of your words for it. I have become glorious, John. I now have a worthy foe, and shall be remembered as a War President.”

“What?”

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“We’ve been invaded by the year 1993.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but: yeah, I know. In fact, the main invasion force is in my kitchen.”

“Is OJ there?”

“Yes.”

“Tell him I say hi.”

“No.”

“This is great news, John.”

“It totally isn’t.”

“No, it is. I have your address already. Makes aiming the cruise missiles much easier.”

“Don’t do that, please. Lemme just get rid of them.”

“You can’t ask the past to leave politely, John. You’ve got to kill it. They’re here for ill purpose, John! OJ is here to blow up the World Trade Center unsuccessfully.”

“This whole post has left a bad taste in my mouth.”

“How many people are in your house, John?”

“Hold on.”

“Couple dozen.”

“Oh, they’ll burn good.”

“What?”

“Nothing, John. Oh. You most likely have the mantavirus now.”

“The hantavurus.”

“No, the mantavirus. It’s like the hantavirus, but graceful.”

“Katy–”

“Lord High Commander Katherine I, Scourge of the Past, and Defender of the Chronogates.”

“–don’t shoot cruise missiles at me.”

“I would never do that! But I am shooting cruise missiles at your house which you are in.”

“Let’s not argue semantics. Can you give me one hour before you incinerate the neighborhood?”

“Best I can do is sixty minutes.”

“I’ll take it. I’ll call you back.”

“Motherfucker.”

CELL PHONE DIALING NOISE.

“Well, well, well. Look who is.”

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“Dammit.”

“Hey, Kim Jong-Un. Whatcha doing?”

“Nooooooothing. What you do?”

“I actually, uh, I kinda need…shit…I need a favor.”

“Iiiiiiiinteresting.”

“Don’t do this.”

“Whaaaaaat? What I do?”

“This is why we don’t hang out.”

“This is how you come for favor? With insult?”

“Sorry. You’re right, sorry.”

“Father invent insult.”

“Okay.”

“And favor.”

“Sure.”

“1993 has declared war on us and breached the timestream via my house. The invasion force is led by Donald Trump and OJ Simpson. I need you to repel the attackers, return reality to normal, kill or kidnap or whatever those two psychopaths in my living room, and also I need you to do it in the next hour or my entire block is going to explode because President Katy Perry has launched Tomahawk missiles at it.”

“Yeah, okay. I help.”

“Just like that?”

“You my bro.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

“I probably blow up house, too. On my way!”

“Wait! No blowing up anythi–”

DIAL TONE NOISE EVEN THOUGH PHONES DO NOT DO THAT ANY MORE

Donald Trump’s Speech To The Blacks, 8/19/16 – Michigan

“Yes, okay. Great. Michigan. Big crowd, the best crowd. Huge crowds all over. I love Michigan. Best state. I mean, not New York or Florida. Pretty good, though. Many states look like things, but Michigan looks the most like a thing. Big mitten, the best mitten. Used to build cars here until the Democrats and the media burned down the factories.

“I just returned from touring the devastation in Louisiana, where I was invited and welcomed. Jazz, crawfish, the whole thing. Very sad. Many people were drowned. I saved thirty children from drowning, and they said to me, ‘Mr. Trump, why did Hillary Clinton cause this flood?’ I couldn’t answer! I ask now for a moment of silence for the victims of this ongoing tragedy, followed by a minute or two of jeering at the press pen. Thank you.

“I have come here tonight to speak directly to the blacks. Crooked Hillary’s policies have left the blacks poor, and violent, and good at basketball. Hillary Clinton is probably the biggest racist in the country. Maybe Obama. Obama has been the most racist president we’ve ever had. Ever. Hands down, believe me. He’s not a black. A Muslim. A Muslim is different than a black. Black’ll shoot you, Muslim’ll blow you up. Different.

“I am friends with many of the finest blacks, best blacks. Tyson. He’s the champ! Don King, of course. Omarosa. She’s only got one name, great. OJ. Listen, what I’m saying is that I have a huge group of blacks to draw upon, and they all say the same thing: Donald Trump is the leader the blacks need. Like a quarterback, or Phil Jackson. Not a Van Gundy. Hillary’s a Van Gundy, and you know how that works out for the blacks.

“Look at what Hillary Clinton has done to Detroit. The job loss. The bankruptcies. Godzilla. It’s terrible there, terrible. All of the fire engines have been stolen. Crooked Hillary personally over-flouridated the water, and many children were born with a giant tooth for a head. Sad! Block war that claimed the life of Judge Dredd. Maybe Hillary needs to take the Long Walk into the Cursed Earth? People say she should. Or just go to prison for life or be executed, whatever.

“What about the facts? I love facts, I have the best facts. Here they are. Before Crooked Hilary became Secretary of State, Iraq was calm. Libya was a paradise. Harambe was alive. Now? Terrible. Hillary Clinton made the Middle East almost as bad as Detroit, which is a hellhole. Why? Is it because of the millions of dollars that evil dictators poured into the Clinton Foundation, which is very corrupt? Did an oil tyrant take a break from throwing homosexuals, some of whom may have been blacks, off buildings to promise her the cure to whatever it is that she has? I heard she has tuberculosis.

“The blacks have voted for the Democrat candidate for fifty years. What’s gotten better? These are not good times for the blacks. Not moving on up! Many blacks come up to me and say, ‘Mr. Trump, what’s happening?’ And I tell them, ‘Racist Hilary is racist, now gimme me my five iron.’ Happens all the time, believe me. Hillary Clinton see the blacks as her property, but I actually let the blacks onto my properties.

“Democrats take the blacks for granted. They do! No flowers. Dinner. You gotta do something nice every once in a while, shuts them up. People don’t know how great a poet I am. Much better than Amiri Baraka, but he’s the Poet Laureate? Wonder why. Wonder why. Media doesn’t report on my poetry. Free verse, blank verse. I can do all the verses. No haiku! We’re doing haiku, but are the Chinese doing limericks? They’re not. One-sided! Bad deal. Wrote a poem for my wife Melania, who is acknowledged as one of the great beauties. Manafort had it translated into Russian, which is one of the five languages she speaks.

“Hillary Clinton wants to take jobs from the blacks and give them to refugees, most of whom are Radical Islamic Terrorists. Point guard, reverend, drive-through cashier. All the black jobs. Now you can’t get bacon on your cheeseburger, and every NBA game explodes. That’s her plan! Rappers. All the black jobs. Looter. All of them, refugees do that now.

“I build, and Hillary Clinton destroys. I give New York the greatest ice rink in the world, and Crooked Hillary burns the Reichstag. Not a metaphor! Literally the burner of the Reichstag. Why has she not apologized for that? Hillary Clinton, who is a coward, shot Wild Bill Hickock in the back. No apology. Approving the Tuskegee Experiment. Not one regret.

“Speaking of regret, I want to say that there is regret on my side for some of the things people heard that I didn’t say, or didn’t mean, or was being sarcastic, or they were too dumb to understand. As you know, I am not politically correct. I don’t have the time to be! People say ‘African-American’ is the politically correct thing to call the blacks, but it’s so many more syllables. Get to the point!

“Obama, who is the most racist president we’ve ever had, has stirred up so much anger in the blacks. The blacks have a lot of anger right now, and that’s why we need to give the police more money. Can’t have everything burning down constantly. Hillary Clinton, who is a murderer with Lou Gehrig’s disease, will continue these policies. This is why I am asking for the blacks to vote for me. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Thank you, and let’s Make America Great Again.”

A Summoning Of Many, Gradually

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I saw this in Barnes & Noble the other day while I was paying $55 for a coffee-related milkshake, and needed to share it with you. It’s the embodiment of every–

“OHMIGOD why didn’t I know this magazine existed?”

–thing I find…dammit.”

“Guitars, and cars, and watches. THOSE ARE MY THINGS!”

Hey, John.

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“Put the magazine in the grocery bag and no one gets hurt.”

Go buy your own.

“I’ve already done my shopping for today.”

Dude.

“You’re right: I’m always shopping.”

Meyers be shopping.

“Don’t call me that. C’mon, gimme the magazine. You’ve been a complete dick lately.”

I kinda have.

“Just toss it in the sack.”

What’s in there? What do Hollywood types eat nowadays?

“Ube, purple bread, and artisanal Spam. Plus twelve to fifteen acai bowls a day.”

No smoothies?

“Acai bowls are the new smoothies. Acai is a superfood, you know.”

I heard that. What exactly is it?

“A superfood.”

Yes, thank you, John. But what I’m asking is: is it a fruit, vegetable, herb, berry, tuber, what? Is it meat? Was fermentation involved? What the fuck is it?

“It’s a superfood.”

Oh, why do you do this to yourself?

“I hate you.”

CELL PHONE NOTIFICATION NOISE

“No call?

Nope.

“Ooh, it’s Twitter.”

Yeah? What does it say?

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“Oh, I seriously don’t want to be part of this storyline.”

I’m almost agreeing with you on this one: he’s not allowed to interact with anyone.

“Why’s that thin-lipped slumlord talking shit about Katy?”

Fuck that guy.

“And why’s he talking shit about me?”

You do date.

“I’m great at it, though.”

Question.

“Shoot.”

What’s John Mayer’s idea of a perfect date?

“Emmy winner attends to my butthole while I solo. Encounter is filmed on multiple go-pros.”

What about her butthole?

“You didn’t let me finish. First I wouldWAIT! This is a trick, because while I DO date, I do NOT date and tell.”

Totally do.

“Did. And, like: twice.”

Yeah, but the two times were to Howard Stern and a Playboy interviewer.

“Tactical error blamable upon youth.”

Sure, yeah.

“And I don’t do that any more. Now, I just talk about myself in interviews.”

Yup.

“Rude. Rude and coarse. This fucking guy. Well, my mind’s made up: I am not voting for Donald Trump.”

Your mind was not made up previous to him insulting you in a tweet from four years ago?

“I was waiting for the debates.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“What!?”

Oh, you know what you did.

“Tell me what I did.”

I’m not speaking to you.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“You’re the thought police.”

I’m the Dream Police, man.

“Cheap fucking Trick.”

The Trick, man.

“See: we’re friends again.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

Pick up the phone, fucko.

“I’m calling Irving Azoff about you.”

I’m sure he’d love that. Stop talking to me and talk to whoever’s on the other end of that phone.

“Who is it?”

I have no idea yet.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“This is John Mayer; please kill me.”

“Please hold for the President.”

“Dammit.”

“This aggression will not stand, John! I am beset upon all sides by the vainglorious, the vile, the villanous, the vertiginous, the voluminous, the vorpal,

“Vampires.”

“Is this about the tweet?”

“How dare he, John? I am the President of the United States and will not be spoken of in that way. I have placed myself in control of the armed forces.”

“That’s already one of your jobs, Katy. I mean, it would be if you weren’t hallucinating this whole episode.”

“If I’m hallucinating, then where did I get this uniform from?”

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“Wardrobe.”

“No, John. I’m an army now.”

“No.”

“Look at squadron.”

“Those are backup dancers.”

“My fishnets are made of kevlar.”

“Katy.”

“Hanging off my belt is the Chain of Command.”

“Katy.”

“Whosoever wields the Chain shall gain the awesome power of a fully-armed and operational battle station, John.”

“I’m an army now, John.”

“Katy–

“Admiral Perry.”

“–you can’t go to war with Donald Trump over a tweet.”

“I can, John. The Constitution says it. I quote from Article 3 Motherfuckers that act froggy get jumped. Except all the S’s looks like F’s because they wrote it in British.”

“So many inaccuracies.”

“Don’t worry, John: we’re not going public. This is a stealth war. We’re going to be subtle.”

“Subtle? Oh, God, please don’t say–”

“Doctor Gary is going to dose Donald Trump.”

“–Doctor Gary…dammit, Katy.”

“And also I had another idea.”

“What?”

CELL PHONE NOTIFICATION NOISE

“What this?”

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“The fuck he say about Hot Dog Dick and Princess President Big Boobies? That it! This aggression not stand! ONLY KOREA AT WAR WITH DONALD TRUMP!”

Questions In Donald Trump’s Extreme Vetting

  • How Muslim are you?
  • Seriously: wide receiver Muslim or suicide bomber Muslim?
  • Do you share our values?
  • Whaddya mean, “Define ‘values?'” I’m asking the questions around here, Ayatollah.
  • How many homosexuals have you thrown off buildings at the direct command of Hillary Clinton, who is very crooked and just the worst?
  • That is how the question is written on the page, sir; President Trump wrote them himself.
  • Well, he dictated them.
  • Same thing; stop distracting me or I’ll have you thrown in Super-Guantanamo.
  • When did you decide to destroy America?
  • Just answer the question, sir.
  • No, you may not dispute the underlying assumption, as per Sect 21.2c of the Patriot Act.
  • I’m sorry, sir: “I have not decided to destroy America” is not an acceptable answer.
  • Well, because there’s not a box for it on the form.
  • Your options are “1-5 years ago,” “6-10 years ago,” “I was born with an innate hatred of America,” “All of the above” or “Other.”
  • Yes, I’m aware that “All of the above” is not allowable within any coherent system of logic; you don’t need to explain basic logic to me, sir; I don’t come to where you work and teach you set theory.
  • Fine, “Other.”
  • When you worked for ISIS, did Barack Obama pay you directly?
  • Well, GO to Canada, then; America has done pretty damn well without immigrants this far!

Donald Trump Responds To Today’s Gold Medalists

Women’s 200M Breaststroke Final – Rie Kaneto, Japan (“Barack Obama founded the KKK. Absolutely. We know this. Is Obama a clone of Hitler? Tell me this: have you seen one shred of evidence that Obama is not a clone of Hitler? Nothing! No where, and I have sent teams of very private investigators to look for it. No one has investigators as private as mine. Hitler clone, right. Obama. Sure he’s black! Hitler’s sneaky. No one expecting black Hitler, and then? Black Hitler. Obama is black Hitler and remember that thing where the Tylenol got poisoned? Obama did that, too.”)

Women’s Epee,  Team – Romania (“I’m gonna win, but if I win, I win. Otherwise. I tell the truth. Can’t stop! I tell the best truth, unlike Crooked Hillary, who lies constantly. Constantly! You ask her what two plus two is, she might say ‘nine,’ and she might push you into the polar bear enclosure at a zoo because in addition to lying, Crooked Hillary enjoys murdering. Whatever an epee is, I’m sure Hillary has killed many people with it. Baseball bat. Machete. For a while, she liked bombs. You ever see Hillary in a hoodie with sunglasses? Maybe she was the Unabomber and she had the Department of Justice, which is corrupt and weak, frame the wrong man? Questions!”)

Canoe Slalom, Doubles – Ladislav Skantar and Peter Skantar, Slovakia (“The debates need to be fair. I have won every debate so far, beaten seventeen professional debaters. The club in high school? All these guys were in it. I had a girlfriend, but I don’t remember how many languages she spoke. Best girlfriend. These guys? C’mon. Everybody that came at me? Remember Chris Christie? Big Chris? I’m still beating him. Invited him to Mar-A-Lago and had Roger Stone slingshot McNuggets at him at the pool. Kept his shirt on in the water. Like we don’t know. Big Chris. Beat him!”)

Rowing, Men’s Quadruple Sculls – Germany (“Last rally I had 10,000 people, but the polls don’t reflect this. 14,000 in Miami, 45,000 in North Carolina. Crooked Hillary plays to empty rooms. Empty! In Arizona, we had three million people. You can check! And if it turns out not to be true, then you’re lying. A lot of haters. 50% of the media reports correctly on 30% of what I say. 10% are paid spies from the DNC. I hear this from many people, that a lot of so-called reporters are actually working for Hillary. I heard that about Joe Scarborough. Working for Hillary. Maybe Hillary killed that intern they found in his office. Maybe Ted Cruz’ father killed the intern they found in Joe Scarborough’s office. Both? Both!”)

Archery, Women’s Singles – Hyejin Chang, Korea (“Good sport for them. Already got the eye squinted. Good. What does it hurt us if South Korea falls? A lot of money goes that way, and not a lot comes this way. Need a better deal! If they can’t pay, they can’t pay. Who knows what happens, but whatever does will be Obama’s fault. This president, who is the worst president we’ve ever had and also he’s a grave-robber, is very weak on South Korea. Although that is a great wall. Between those two. That’s what we’re gonna have, but much better. Bigger. And we’re gonna make South Korea pay for it.”)

Cycling, Men’s Team Sprint – Great Britain (“Team is good, I’m great at teams. Teams need a leader, and I’m a leader, very strong, strong leader. I’m gonna stop illegal immigration, but you know who’s not a strong leader? President Obama. Needed help to start ISIS, which he started. Couldn’t do it without Hillary Clinton. Did President Obama, who is a Secret Muslim, convert Hillary to Secret Islam? They founded ISIS, the two of them. Like a start-up. Obama and Hillary in a garage in Libya, packing the explosive vests themselves. After President Obama and Hillary started the Iraq War, they were bored and wanted to destroy America some more. ISIS!”)

Rugby Sevens – Fiji (“I have my finger on the polls, and I can also smell if they’re biased. Many polls are biased, but how biased depends on how I feel about them at the time. Hillary’s numbers are terrible, terrible. Paying for things with change. I have heard this from many people. Change. Sad! right now, I’m probably up by eight or nine points. It looks like a landslide because people know Crooked Hillary will appoint unacceptable judges to the Supreme Court, almost certainly a black. And then what can you do? You’re stuck! Maybe, I don’t know, maybe gun-owners have to wait for her to visit Dallas? Go to the theater? Look what she’s forced people to do to make America great again. Evil!”)

Swimming, Women’s 100m Freestyle – Simone Manuel, USA (“Captain Khan was a werewolf, and his men had to shoot him to keep him from eating everyone. I have to tell the truth, I’m a truth-teller. But when the parents get up there and speak–well, one of them spoke–and say that Donald Trump doesn’t know what he’s talking about? They attack me just for telling the truth that their son was a werewolf? Hillary Clinton will not keep America safe from the threat of Radical Islamic Werewolves.”)

Rowing, Men’s Coxless Pairs – Eric Murray and Hamish Bond, New Zealand (“I was asked to produce New York’s Olympic bid many times. Mayor after mayor begged, begged me. ‘Mr. Trump, please bring us the Olympics.’ Begged! This was in my office, mayors come to me but I don’t let them use my bathroom, especially Dinkins. Not because of the black thing. The sweating thing. Mayor of New York sweating like a whore in a church. Weak! I never made the deal, even though I could have very easily. I also could have competed. One year. Gimme one year? In the Olympics. Determination!”

The Year Of Incompetence

We have already established that 2016 is the year that the 20th century dies, Enthusiasts; each day that passes, each paper thumped against the welcome mat, each new though, and every new prayer proves me more and more correct. I would like now to add to our understanding of this terrible year: 2016 is the Year of Incompetence.

Bias! the internet says; and, Rigged! the voters moan; and, Crooked! and Corrupt! and so on, but these accusations are not the truth: incompetence is salted soil from which 2016 grows, gnarled and mean. Trump’s fatal flaw isn’t his arrogance, or racism: these are merely the by-products of deep lack of knowledge about the both the job he’s currently doing (candidate) and the job he says he wants (president). The man does not know what he’s doing, but–and here’s why this is the Year of Incompetence–30-40% of the electorate does not see this as a disqualification.

Here, Enthusiasts, I was going to be fair and balanced and declare Hillary Clinton among the incompetent, as well, but that’s one of the things she’s not; if you tell Hillary Clinton to start a war, and she gets shit done. She goes into meetings with an agenda, keeps to a schedule, remembers not to insult dead soldiers’ mothers: all that base-line stuff you want in a chief executive. In terms of competence, Hillary Clinton is above the Mendoza Line.

The NFL managed to fuck up grass today; yesterday, the Olympics could not handle water. The internet is collectively dumber than a car full of masturbating gibbons. Suicide Squad made $135 million. Dipshittery runs rampant, and–the worst part–has become normalized.

Doesn’t anybody here know how to play this game?

Donald Trump’s Last 24 Hours*

  • Snatched baby from supporter’s hands and punted it, much to the delight of the crowd.
  • Implied that only weak women get sexually harassed.
  • Then, wanting to make his point clear, directly stated that only weak women get harassed.
  • Accused fire fighters of being Communists, and then strangled a Dalmatian puppy onstage, much to the delight of the crowd.
  • Claimed he owned the Pittsburgh Penguins.
  • Called Sandusky, Ohio, the “biggest shithole in Ohio, and that’s saying something.”
  • Tweeted out the Khan family’s home address and telephone number.
  • Sons appeared on Facebook Live and shot a giraffe.
  • Introduced new nickname for Mrs. Clinton: “Crooked Hillary” is now too soft, according to Trump, and he will now just call her “That Cunt.”**
  • Declared Jared Leto the best Joker.
  • Accepted a Purple Heart from a veteran, then immediately mocked veteran for getting wounded in the first place.
  • At a hastily-thrown press conference this morning, Donald Trump took one question, spent 90 minutes talking about teachers from high school who had doubted him, then said that Finland was historically part of Russia, and then punted another baby, much to the delight of the crowd.

*It’s actually worse than the bullshit I came up with because the bullshit I came up with didn’t actually happen, whereas all of this did.

**Obviously, that is a joke. Even in my most resigned thoughts about the future, I cannot imagine that foul word making it into the campaign, but I sincerely cannot believe we haven’t gotten an “accidental” bitch yet. You know it’s coming, right? He’s not gonna say it–or, shit, maybe he will because nothing makes sense any more–it’ll probably be one of his crazier supporters: I’m thinking Jeff Sessions is the right asshole for the job. But you mark my damnable words, Enthusiasts: somewhere on the horizon of the calendar, galloping steadily towards us, is the day when the first major-party lady candidate for the presidency of the United States gets called a bitch by the other candidate. This a done deal. It will happen. Just a question of when.

Donald Trump Responds To Random Books From My Shelves*

  • Catch-22, Joseph Heller. (“I’ll give you a catch-22: when Crooked Hillary railroads and badgers people into lying for her, and then I accuse their dead son of being in ISIS then I’m the bad guy? Wow. This shows how rigged and unfair the rigged, unfair media is to me. Who wrote their script? Was it plagiarized? Why don’t people ask these things instead of lying about me? Is there a possibility that Crooked Hillary killed that Army captain herself just to have his parents speak at her convention? I wouldn’t put it past her. Lots of people are asking that.”)
  • Pulphead: Essays, John Jeremiah Sullivan. (“Michael Bloomberg can’t be president. Lot of reasons. I’ve met him, but I don’t know him. He’s never used my toilet, and I have the best toilet you’ve ever seen. Gold. Mirrors. Jets and sprays, everything. Great toilet, but Michael Bloomberg wouldn’t know. We’ve played golf, and I was better at golf. Hitting, putting. He’s got these tiny little clubs. Like chopsticks or something. Very bad with snow. He calls me up and asks me to help remove snow, so I sat down with snow and got a great deal. No one gets better deals with weather than Donald Trump.”)
  • Face the Music, Paul Stanley with David Ritz. (“I have no Russian debt. If I was going to have debt, it would be from New York. Many banks call me up and beg me to borrow their money, but I am very liquid. Lot of cash, and sometimes I swim in it like Scrooge McDuck. Backstroke, breast, whatever. I can even do the butterfly, and that is a very difficult stroke. Many people say that I swim in my money vaults better than Scrooge McDuck, but no one reports on that.”)
  • Transmetropolitan: Back on the Street, Warren Ellis and Darick Robertson (“Hillary Clinton created ISIS. Everyone knows this. Not because she was a weak Secretary of State, though she was the weakest ever, just the worst, very corrupt, but because she used the money from her Wall Street speeches to fund ISIS’ creation. Directly. She directly created ISIS. Interviewed the first guys personally, did the hiring. Very bad person. I don’t know if Hillary is still picking out the targets for terrorism herself. Maybe she lets Huma Abedin, who is a Radical Muslim Islamic Terrorist, choose.”)
  • Notes From Underground, Fyodor Dostoevsky. (“I have never met Vladimir Putin, but I am sure that I can deal with him. He says very nice things about me, about how strong I am, and how handsome I am. How can I say he’s a bad guy? But I don’t know him. He’s never used my bathroom, but like I said, he would be very impressed by it. We’ve never gone camping. I have seen pictures of Mr. Putin on his horse, and he looks very strong, but I have never been horseback riding with him. I’ve never talked to him on the phone. We’ve never shared a dish of spaghetti and slurped on the same long strand and almost kissed. Don’t know the guy.”)
  • The Last Train to Zona Verde, Paul Theroux. (“Many generals have told me that if Crooked Hillary is elected, then there’s gonna be a coup. Many have told me that, trust me. This is what I hear. ‘Mr. Trump,’ the generals say to me, many generals and also admirals and whatever the Marines have, ‘Crooked Hillary wants to take the military’s guns and turn us into transgenders.’ Hillary has said this in many speeches, but no one reports on it. First day in office, she’ll take the military’s guns and and their you know. You know. She’ll cut it right off. Will she give it to ISIS, which she founded? I don’t know.”)
  • Hogfather, Terry Pratchett. (“Roger Goodell, who I do not know and has never been in my office, came to my office. Begging. On his knees. Offered me things, I’m not gonna say what, you can imagine. ‘Move the debates, Mr. Trump.’ Crooked Hillary wants them up against NFL games. Her voters, what do they watch? Telemundo in the middle of the day? BET? Not football fans. Hillary doesn’t like football. She likes lying and murdering American servicemen.”)
  • The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman, Laurence Sterne (“Putin has not gone into Crimea. Crimea is part of Russia. He went back there. Strong move, good move. Ukrainians were happy about that. Many Ukrainians have told me that they love Putin, who I have never met. One of the five languages my wife Melania, who is acknowledged as one of the great beauties, speaks is Ukrainian. One of her college degrees is in Ukrainian, actually. Great at languages. Putin, who I have never retweeted, was invited into Crimea and he’s not even there I mean, he’s there in a certain way, but he’s not there. How do we know Putin wasn’t chasing ISIS into Crimea? If so, we should thank him. Very strong move.”)
  • So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish, Douglas Adams. (“Crooked Hillary lies about everything. Why did her father buy Lee Harvey Oswald that rifle? She denies it, but we know what’s really going on. Hillary Clinton doesn’t know how to win, and she doesn’t know how to tell the truth. I beat 17 other people in the primaries, and she didn’t beat anyone. I mean, she beat Bernie in a certain way, but barely. Barely. I beat 17 Christians, and she had trouble with one Jew. That’s weak. “)
  • Stairway to Heaven: Led Zeppelin Uncensored, Richard Cole. (“How can I release my tax returns with so much Radical Islamic Muslim Terrorism happening? That’s the kind of thing they’ll use against America. That would make America less great, and that’s not who I am. I want more great. Instead of asking about my tax returns, which are fine, trust me, why doesn’t the dishonest media ask Crooked Hillary to install a 24-hour webcam on herself? She talks about transparency, but then she votes for the Iraq War and refuses to appear on 24-hour webcam. Sad!”)

*Written by people I do not know.

Are You Ready For Some Bullshit?

From The Desk Of Roger Goodell

Re: Donald Trump’s claims

As the commissioner of the NFL, which has seen no concussions in almost six months, I feel it incumbent upon myself to dispel untruths propagated by the Republican candidate for president, Donald Trump.

No letter, e-mail, phone call, text, Twitter DM, or verbal communication between anyone working for or associated with the NFL and Mr. Trump was sent. While we believe that holding the presidential debates on a night without football games scheduled would be to everyone’s benefit, we would never send letter to Mr. Trump “complaining” about this fact.

We challenge Mr. Trump to produce this letter he mentioned, or retract his statement in full. As to his other football-related assertions, I will address them point by point.

  • Despite what Mr. Trump tweeted out (and putting aside how terrifying it is to be debating a presidential candidate’s late-night Twitterstorms), he is not the best tight end in NFL history. That is probably Tony Gonzalez.
  • Speaking of which, Mr. Trump’s insinuation that Tony Gonzalez is here illegally is offensive and perhaps actionable.
  • There is no way that Mr. Trump knows the precise definition of a catch. We don’t, so how can he?
  • No one in the NFL has “begged like dogs” for Mr. Trump to purchase the New York Jets. In fact, quite the opposite: he was blackballed by the owners. I’d like to rephrase that in case the meaning behind what I said didn’t sink in: NFL team owners thought he wasn’t up to their moral or social standard.

The NFL demands an immediate retraction and apology, or that Mr. Trump continue making us look good, as he is literally the only thing to do so in the past few years.

Sincerely,

Roger Goodell, the Luckiest White Man on the Planet

Is This The Real Life?

I need you to know the process by which this post came to be: on a website not my own, I hit Command + Shift + 4 and then depressed my finger, and slid it a little bit, and then dedepressed my finger. This caused a clickety noise that for some reason always frightens me; it is how the computer tells me that I have taken a photograph of a section of the screen. The photo saved itself to my desktop automatically in a generic name, which I changed to one involving keywords describing the picture’s contents.

From here, I opened the admin page of the website you’re currently visiting, and hovered the cursor over the “New” button in the upper toolbar. This reveals a scrolldown menu, from which I chose “Post,” and the screen reloaded with a blank template. On this page, there is a button labeled “Add Media” and I clicked on that. Once there, I chose the screen shots so recently taken.

And that’s all I did.

No manipulation, Photoshop, or text regeneration. On the morning of January 20, 2017, the nuclear codes will pass from Barack Obama to one of two humans, and what I’m about to show you is the responsibility of one.

You should fix that drink now.

military trump.jpg

First of all, if you think the main problem is the lack of the Oxford comma, then you’re the goddamned problem, Poindexter. Military is capitalized because of how big, powerful, and strong Donald Trump will make it.

making deals trump.jpg

Putting aside the fact that the title and the caption have nothing to do with each other, and leaving alone the change of tense in the second sentence, and ignoring that it looks like Donald is sucking a tiny invisible dong: one of the questions at the debate, and one that every journalist should be asking, is, “Mr. Trump, explain how the three branches of government work, and the system of checks and balances.”

Not even a tough question. (Even though–and I can’t even believe I need to say this–presidents should be able to answer the tough questions.) Reporters need to begin asking this man about basic civics. “Mr. Trump, could you tell me how a bill becomes a law? And do it without singing?”

(Someone should ask him what the “Farm” in the annual Farm Bill stands for just to watch his head explode.)

political correct trump

This is important, Enthusiasts. Donald Trump isn’t racist because he’s a terrible person; he’s a racist because he’s busy. Were there, say, 40 hours in a day, then Donald Trump would have the time to treat people with respect, and not be the unthinking, venomous, petty shitstain in clown’s underwear that he is FORCED TO BE just because, like he said, he’s so busy.

israel trump

“Cut! Moving on! See, boys? That’s how a pro does it. I do the best first takes. Sinatra only did first takes, but I do first takes much better.”

2nd aendment

Two exclamation points. The man is a monster.

first day trump

by
Donald J. Trump, Esq.

On my first day in office of presidnet I would change alot of things and do alot of things. I would tell the bad guys that they could’nt be bad. I would be the best presidnet ever in America.

The presidnet wears a suit every day. That is what I would do as my first day in presidnet of the America.

unifying trump

And it will be wonderful and we will dance ’round the fire which will burn and burn and burn no and we will dance no against the wall no the wall on my back and no the bricks no my teeth no the bricks no in the wrong part of town it’s all the no wrong part of town the fire no the fire dances and no the wall against my back and no I said no I said no.

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