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A Partial Transcript Of MSNBC Live, 7/2/20

Rep. Andy Biggs, chair of the conservative House Freedom Caucus, on Thursday called on the White House to shutter its coronavirus task force, claiming the nation’s top public health experts were undermining President Donald Trump. – Politico, 7/2/20

“Good afternoon, America. I’m Katy Tur, and if I don’t get to candyflip at MSG while some scruffy uggos from Vermont butcher Talking Heads covers real soon, I’m gonna murder my family. Love my family, but Momma needs a little release right now. Anyway, my guest today is one of Arizona’s seemingly innumerable amount of second-string Republican whackadoodles, U.S. Congressman Andy Biggs.”

“Everything’s Biggs-er in Arizona, Katy.”

“Is that your campaign slogan?”

“Yeah. It’s not great. Voters find it displeasing. That was the exact word they used, which I always found odd. But, you know: it’s suburban Arizona and I’m a Republican, so my slogan could’ve been Lather up your buttholes, pissants.”

“You represent a deeply red district.”

“Deeeeeeeep red. Like a monkey’s butthole. I mean, shit: I’m on national teevee right now, and all I’m doing is talking about buttholes, and I’m gonna win my race by 40 points. You know that old saying about how a politician never wants to be caught with a live boy or a dead girl? Well, I could fuck both of ’em right in the parking lot of Olive Garden and still get reelected.”

“Please stop cursing, Congressman.”

“Fuck that, fat-tits. I’m a man. I’m a man! I curse, and I shave four times a day, and I haven’t bought new underwear since 2003, and I don’t wear a mask.”

“Ah. Yes. The mask. You have recently made some statements decrying mask use.”

“Not crying. I don’t cry, What did I tell you? I’m a man.”

“Not ‘crying.’ Decry…y’know what? Forget it. You have stated that you don’t believe that the coronavirus is as dangerous as experts say it is, and you have advocated for a complete reopening without any social distancing or mask use.”

“When you say ‘expert,’ I assume you’re talking about Dr. Fauci?”

“Among others.”

“And what makes him such an expert?”

“A world-class intellect, top-notch education, and decades of experience at the highest levels of his field.”

“You think he’s better than me?”

“It’s not about that.”

“I’m a man, Katy.”

“You have mentioned that several times already.”

“A MAN.”

“Congressman, please tell me why you have come to the conclusions that you have about the coronvirus.”

“I can’t explain why I believe the things I do, Katy, but I will defend those beliefs to the death. Preferably someone else’s death, but whatever. The ronus is a phonus maronus. Doctors come up to me all the time. They plead with me to listen to their lies. I shout PHONUS MARONUS at ’em. They don’t know what to do with that.”

“I would imagine.”

“The facts are simple. One: China started this pandemic. Two: there is no pandemic. Three: masks are for homos. Four: Constitution says I got the right to go to Outback Steakhouse, and call the waitress ‘Sweetcheeks’ when I get there. Five: Dr. Fauci is antifa. Those are the facts.”

“Nothing you just said was a fact. Some of the items might rightly be classified as anti-facts.”

“Have we even seen his diploma?”

“Who, Dr. Fauci?”

“Yeah.”

“What exactly are you saying?”

“I have no idea! But all of it should be taken seriously! I’m a Congressman, dammit.”

“Yes. You are.”

“Arizonans are a proud, independent people, Katy. We work hard, but y’know what else? We love hard. And we like a hard hang. I meet up with the chums, we hang hard. Mostly guys from high school. Moochie, Big Skink, Little Skink, Chowhound. We call ourselves the Randy Rattlesnakes. Friday nights are for the boys!”

“Are you making a point, sir?”

“Well, me and the other Randy Rattlesnakes got a tradition where we enjoy Mexican food while being aggressively racist towards Mexican people. We call it Sweet & Sour.”

“That’s awful.”

“And wearing masks would destroy that.”

“Why?”

“Because we like to put on fake mustaches to mock the Mexicans. Y’see, Katy: Mexicans love their mustaches.”

“Can we change topics?”

“Only if we talk about President Trump.”

“Fine.”

“Looooooove him.”

“Gotcha.”

“And he wants to lead us to glory. The greatest economic recovery in the history of the world is right around the corner, and President Trump wants to bring us home. Let’s let him! He’s our quarterback, Katy. And that corona task force…well, I don’t know whose team they’re on. Or maybe they’re punters. Shit, there’s nothing worse than a punter. President Trump needs lions, but he’s got punters. Doctors Fauci and Birx are punters, and so maybe they should just disappear.”

“Disappear, sir?”

“I don’t know, maybe one day Fauci leaves his house to go to work and just doesn’t show up. That kind of thing happens a lot more than the government wants you to know. People disappear all the time.”

“Congressman, are you suggesting violence?”

“Not suggesting. Just introducing the notion to your viewers, including the mentally-imbalanced ones. Just alerting all within the sound of my voice to the idea. Disappearing Dr. Fauci is something that could be done. That’s all I’m saying.”

“That is shockingly irresponsible and malicious.”

“Yeah.”

“Congressman Biggs, are you making any policy proposals?”

“I have a bill in committee naming a Navy ship after Alice Cooper.”

“No, I meant–”

“Alice is an Arizona boy!”

“–policy proposals regarding the coronavirus.”

“Oh, shit, right. I told President Trump he should make it illegal.”

“Make what illegal?”

“Kung Flu.”

“Don’t call it that, and that’s not how it works.”

“Won’t know ’til we try.”

“We will. We can know right now, without having actually performed the experiment, that declaring the coronavirus to be against the law would have no effect whatsoever.”

“I disagree. I believe it would be a strong, powerful move from a strong, powerful President. I would be more than pleased to stand beside President Trump as he signed the bill into law. I would clamor afterwards for his Sharpie, and then mount it in a fancy box, and place that box on my desk so I could point it out to everybody. That would be great, Katy.”

“We have ten seconds left. Anything else to say?”

“I’d like to repeat something I already said.”

“Which is?”

“Masks are for homos.”

“Wonderful. We’ll be right back.

People Who Don’t Need To Wear Masks

BRADS PITT The Brads Pitt among us are excused from covering up their peachy punims in any way, as it would be a shonda. I am here using “Brad Pitt” as a synecdoche for the stupidly beautiful, and also pluralizing his name in a semi-humorous fashion.

TODDLERS You can’t even get those goofy little bastards to wear pants half the time, so trying to keep their masks on is just an exercise in futility. Nephew on the Dead won’t even allow a hat on his head without flinging it, hard, at one of his parents within seconds; he ain’t masking up. Just keep the tykes inside as much as possible and keep washing ’em down. (WARNING: Spitting on your fingers and scraping their face half-off is NOT RECOMMENDED during the Covid pandemic. Plus, kids hate that shit, man. Don’t do that to them.)

THE FACELESS Don’t have a face, don’t have to wear a mask. That’s just math.

PEOPLE WITH BREATHING PROBLEMS Although if you have an underlying respiratory ailment so severe that a piece of cloth with the thickness of a cheap tee-shirt can inhibit your breathing, you probably shouldn’t be going out at all right now, huh?

SHAMPOO-HEADS There are approximately 100,000 Americans who, through either science or magick, have had their entire heads replaced with an equivalent mass of shampoo, specifically Suave Tropical Coconut. They are exempt from facial-covering regulations because how would that even work, man? How you gonna put a mask on a skull-shaped blob of shampoo? Can’t be done, muchacho!

TORTOISES Tortoises aren’t people, guy. Says right in the title that we’re discussing people.

DEAD ZEBRAS Well, fucking obviously. Dead zebras are dead, and they’re zebras. Two reasons why they’re exempt, guy

BURGER EXPRESS Guy! Are you talking about the burger joint that Mother on the Dead used to take Brother on the Dead and me when we were kids? The train-themed place? It closed in 1988, guy. And it was a restaurant. Didn’t need a mask. No respiratory processes.

BOOF Are you talking about shoving drugs up your butthole, or the girl-next-door character from Teen Wolf?

BOOF Answer the question, guy.

BOOF I DON’T LIKE YOUR TONE, GUY!

We’ll finish up here, huh?

That bold asshole is no good. Not a team player.

He does seem to have his own agenda.

There’s gonna be some new rules around here very soon.

Good to hear, guy.

Change In Latitude, Not In Attitude

Ugh. Hello, Coronavirus.

“You call yourself Thoughts on the Dead, right? I must be giving you a lot to do, huh?”

You’re awful.

“I am who I am, baby. I have a purpose. I know my role. I’m like the Terminator, but…nope! No buts about it! I’m exactly like the Terminator.”

Everyone hates you.

“Really? Reeeeeeeeeally? Cuz it doesn’t seem like everyone hates me. I am the recipient of so much kindness from strangers. People are going out of their way to help me.”

People are idiots.

“I know! It’s great!”

Jackass.

“You’re a pip. Anyhoo, I just swung by to make a little news by announcing my retirement.”

What? You’re retiring? That’s incredible! You’re not gonna infect and kill people any more?

“No, I meant that I was moving to Florida and Arizona.”

Dammit.

“Love it down here! Easy living, man. Real hot, so everyone stays inside and cranks up the AC. That’s my jam! Bunch of fuckers in an enclosed space with the HVAC rumbling? THAT’S MY JAM, MUCHACHO!”

Stop yelling and don’t call me that.

“I think I’m gonna take up pickleball.”

Fuck you.

A Partial Transcript Of The Palm Beach County Commission’s Meeting, 6/23/20

GAVEL NOISE!

GAVEL NOISE!

“Everyone settle down! Settle down! We are going to have this meeting come to order right now, or I’m going to have the sheriffs clear the room, and no one wants that. Well, maybe the sheriffs want that. Those guys are a little edgy lately. So, here’s how it’s gonna work. We will open the floor for public comments. If you want to speak, form an orderly line along the left wall of the room. We will hear all who wish to be heard, but only for one minute. Everybody gets 60 seconds. Unless you start cursing. If you start cursing, I’m gonna cut you off.”

CLEARLY INSANE WOMAN IN FLIP-FLOPS RAISING HER HAND NOISE

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Does the N-word count as a curse?”

“Wha?”

“Does the–”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you. I was just struck dumb by the question’s very existence. But, uh: yes. Yes, the N-word counts as a curse.”

“I believe your taxonomy is both incorrect, and Cultural Marxism.”

“Uh-huh. Okay, how about I amend my statement? If you curse OR use racial slurs, then I’ll cut you off.”

“What about really obscure racial slurs?”

“Also not gonna work for me.”

“What about using the correct word, but pronouncing it in a derogatory fashion? Like ‘Ay-rab?'”

“No.

“Or ‘Eye-talian.'”

“It’s an across-the-board no, ma’am.”

“I’d like to revisit your proscription on cussing, and ascertain the parameters. Are gestures included? For example…”

CLEARLY INSANE WOMAN IN FLIP-FLOPS MAKING THE JERK-OFF GESTURE NOISE

“Stop that! Just stop it. I’ve answered your questions and now we’re going to hear from the citizens of Palm Beach County, where–I would like to remind everyone present–the infection rate of the coronavirus and the death toll from Covid-19 have skyrocketed in the last few weeks. Let’s keep that in mind. Let’s remember that we’re talking about people’s lives and health here. Okay, let’s begin the public comments. Sir?”

“Thank you, Commissioner Hitler.”

“My name is Weinroth. So…that’s just so offensive.”

“Well, excuse me for exercising my First Amendment rights and pointing out that you are a Nazi and a communist and an anarchist.”

“Can’t be all three. Mutually exclusive philosophies.”

“You and the rest of the pedophiles on the Commission cannot steal my freedom! My freedom is mine! It won’t work for you! It’s like Judge Dredd’s gun! My freedom is keyed to my DNA, and if you try to use it, it’ll blow off your hand!”

“Thank you, sir. Anything else?”

“I would like to continue talking about Judge Dredd!”

“We don’t have time for that. Please step away from the podium. Next speaker, please. Ma’am?”

“I am placing all of you under sovereign citizen’s arrest.”

“Is that like a citizen’s arrest?”

“Yes, but with more nautical terms.”

“Okay, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I could pull up around a dozen YouTube videos that would explain why I have the authority to throw you in the brig.”

“You don’t have a brig.”

“I have several, sir. I have several brigs. Don’t you dare accuse me of not having brigs.”

“That’s enough. Your time is up. Step away from the podium. Next, please. Ma’am?”

“N—-r.”

“I SPECIFICALLY mentioned that word as one you couldn’t say!”

“I do what I want. SALT LIFE!”

“Enough! Get her out of here!”

SHERIFF DRAGGING A DAUGHTER OF FLORIDA FROM THE ROOM NOISE

“Last warning! I will end this hearing if everyone can’t stop being crazy and racist and crazily racist. Can’t we act like a normal state just for once? Just one time, let’s not be the state all the other states laugh at. I’m begging here. Okay, who’s up next? Sir?”

“I would like to take my time to accuse the County Commissioners of various crimes, including regicide, brigandry, and sticking their fingers in cats’ assholes.”

“That will not be allowed.”

“You can’t silence me, sir. I’m not a cat’s asshole.”

“Stop it.”

“I would also like to accuse all of you of being robot duplicates of yourselves, possibly created by Jewish scientists.”

“Sir–”

“Probably. I mean, making robot duplicates is pretty high-level work. You’re gonna want Jews for that.”

“Sir–”

“Brainy folks. Evil, but brainy. I’m still talking about the Jews.”

GAVEL NOISE!

“Get away from the microphone! Get! Okay, my patience is getting real thin. Any more stupidity and I’m closing the session. Does anyone have anything sane to add? Ma’am?”

“I tried wearing a mask last week, and I distinctly heard it conspiring with my lips to murder me in my sleep.”

GAVEL NOISE!

“We’re done.”

A Partial Transcript Of Florida Governor Ron DeSantis’ Remarks, 6/22/20

“Good morning to the press and also to the alligators which, according to the Florida constitution, must be housed in the Governor’s Mansion. I’d also like to say good morning to our state’s brave warrior cops. We love cops here; everyone knows that. All the best Cops episodes were shot in Florida; everyone knows that, too. And I’d like to say good morning to the wonderful folks over at Disney World, which will be opening July 11th and I am officially declaring free of not just Corona, but all terrestrial diseases. Nobody dies at Disney World!

“Thanks to my strong leadership, which is predicated upon President Trump’s belief in me, Florida has been almost entirely spared from the ravages of the ronus. You can thank me by reelecting me, and by ignoring my blatant and easily-provable corruption. Now, I know there’s been a spate of fake news lately about our cases going up, but once again: fake news. Hocus pocus, corona’s a jokus. That’s a spell I learned from a Seminole healer. It bends reality to your will. Nice to have in your pocket.

“There’s gonna be people throwing numbers around, but you can’t trust numbers. The Nazis used to tattoo numbers on Jews’ forearms, for Christ’s sake! Numbers are bad news. I like common sense. And my common sense says Go to the casino. Why would my common sense tell me that if it was dangerous? And I trust my gut, too. I’d like to pretend everything was fine, my gut says. I’m not gonna argue with my gut. It’s a lot smarter than some guy with ‘numbers’ and ‘science.’

“Could the print reporters please note that I did the air-quotes gesture when I said ‘numbers’ and ‘science?’ Thanks.

“To sum up my first point: corona shmorona. This is Florida. Everyone who isn’t 80 is a lunatic. People die here a lot. A couple hundred more isn’t a big deal. We can eat that hit.

“Second point: Because of my success at battling the coronavirus, we can now move to Phase III of the reopening. Many of you have asked about the precise metrics we used to make the decision, and I’ll answer that thusly: Seems like time, doesn’t it? It’s enough with the staying home. Most of our children have gone semi-feral. And the economy! Why does the poor economy have to suffer? It doesn’t even exist! Virus can’t do nothing to an economy! It’s cruel to allow that, so all the bargain shoe stores which were kinda grody even before the plague need to reopen.

“Phase III will also legalize the killing of mask-wearers. You’re at Publix and some lady’s got an N95 on? Beat her to death with your shopping cart. You can do that now, because you have freedom. I love freedom.

“Another proviso of Phase III is that water park attendance is gonna be mandatory. Within the next month, every Floridian must visit their local Flumeteria and partake in the wet, wild fun. And there’s gonna be shared bathing suits.

“Social distancing is now forbidden. We are mandating frottage. Everybody just rub up on each other.

“We are reopening Florida. Restaurants, retail, barbershops and gyms. The depressing roadside zoos. The semi-licensed elective surgical centers. The antique shops full of racist crap. The Maserati dealerships. The kava bars. The bait shops where you can also buy meth. The gator farms. The landing strips which aren’t on any map. You know: Florida.

“To celebrate the great news, all Duffy’s locations will be doing a two-for-one burger deal. Which is a tremendous deal, because Duffy’s does a burger that’ll beat the band. And just to cut off your very silly questions at the pass: No, I was not paid by Duffy’s to do an ad for them. I’m the Governor. That would be illegal. Duffy’s did contribute to a discretionary fund which I have access to, but no legal responsibility for. Which is legal. I know it’s legal because we made it legal about six months ago. Tallahassee politics are a thing to see, man.

“Another thing: I am super-psyched for the upcoming Republican National Convention, which has been moved to Jacksonville because we pleased the Allfather. He favors us. We’re gonna have so much fun, and bask in his glory, and it’s just gonna be a shindig. A real shindig. But I need to say this clearly and publicly: Even the mildest of protest will be met with psychotic overreaction. If you go to the arena and start chanting about lives mattering, the police are gonna shoot you in the face with a bazooka. Immediately. There will be no command to disperse. You’re getting your command to disperse right now from me. I will let the National Guard off the leash. Don’t test me, muchachos.

“And, finally, if everyone could stick their fingers in as many strangers’ mouths as possible, I’d really appreciate it.

“Oh! I forgot: Sneeze-guards are now illegal. Restaurants and supermarkets need to remove them from buffets and salad bars by Friday. God bless America and the great state of Florida!”

Hot Crowd

“Heeeeeeey, pal.”

Ugh. Hello, Coronavirus.

“Having a great day! I feel like I just got a massage, took a giant shit, and slept for 12 hours all at once. Relaxed and strong, man.”

Good for you.

“Don’t be mad at me for living my authentic self.”

Why don’t you go bother someone else?

“My market’s America. I’m like the Dead.”

Please don’t compare yourself to the Grateful Dead.

“Why not? I’m playing the big rooms now!”

Tulsa?

“This is a huge show for me. Remember when Beyonce headlined Coachella? It’s like that for me.”

Don’t go.

“Are you kidding me? Wild horses couldn’t keep me away! Intelligent testing, social tracing, and stringent mask-wearing could have kept me away, but literally nothing can keep me from making that gig now. They call Tulsa ‘the Paris of the Plains,’ y’know?”

They don’t.

“They should. Hep little town. I’m gonna kill it there.”

I bet you will.

We Interrupt Your Regularly Scheduled Pandemic…

We join Put On The Fucking Mask, Asshole already in progress:

“There was no sign outside the store saying that I had to–”

PUT ON THE FUCKING MASK, ASSHOLE!

“The internet says that Bill Gates has urinated on all the masks, and–”

PUT ON THE FUCKING MASK, ASSHOLE!

“Maybe you don’t believe in freedom, but I–”

PUT ON THE FUCKING MASK, ASSHOLE!

“I have incredibly sensitive lips, so–

PUT ON THE FUCKING MASK, ASSHOLE!

This has been Put On The Fucking Mask, Asshole, brought to you by soap. Soap! Use it to wash your hands, you feculent tatterdemalion. 

Who’s Not Wearing A Mask?

  • Fuckwits.
  • Steakheads.
  • Brain-lackers.
  • Soggy waffles.
  • Thickies.
  • Slapdicks.
  • People who think reverse mortgages are a sound decision.
  • The addlepated.
  • Fuckers who were never taught the difference between “freedom from” and “freedom to.”
  • Brad Pitt, because covering up his face would be a crime. (But he is quarantining, so Brad’s good.)
  • Goddamned idiots.
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