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Just Offstage…

“Get in there, you little pussy.”

“Fuck you, Steve.”

“Listen, Kush–”

“Don’t call me that.”

“–that fucking tweet has been up for 58 goddamned minutes. This looks bad.”

“Everything’s fine.”

“It’s not. It’s a bad look for the commander-in-chief to leave a butt-tweet up for more than an hour.”

WATCH-CHECKING SOUND

“It’s an hour. Get your big nose in there in grab that phone.”

“First of all: fuck you, you whiskey golem; second: why? It’s already up, and everybody’s taken screenshots of it.”

“You’re not actually very bright, are you?”

“What?”

“It looks like he had a stroke on social media, shithead, and no one’s doing anything about it.”

“Oh.”

“Check your Twitter.”

“Oh, no, that’s not good.”

“Not at all.”

“Steve, is Twitter just in America, or can the other countries see it?”

“All the countries, Jared.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“You go in. He likes you.”

“He likes you better, Jared. That’s why he had you talk to the Russians for him.”

“Yeah. That really was an honor.”

“Uh-huh. An honor. Hey, where’s your wife? Send Ivanka in. He’d love that.”

“She can’t. She’s unclean.”

“What now?”

“We’re orthodox Jews, and so when Ivanka goes through her menses, she confines herself to a mikvah.”

“A mikvah?”

“A ritual bathing place. We bought one in Foggy Bottom. Nice townhouse.”

“Yknow, people ask me why I dislike the Jews, and I give them solid reasons like that bullshit right there, and then they call me an anti-Semite. Go figure. Get the fuck in there.”

“Oh, wait: there’s Eric and Donald, Jr. Hey, guys, we need you to do some work.”

FWOOSH!

fwappityfwapfwapfwap

“I didn’t know they could turn into bats.”

“They can.”

“Okay. Jared, go.”

“This is not that bad.”

“Jesus cotton-picking Christ, I can’t believe that I’m the voice of reason in this building. Get in there and delete that fucking tweet, you little twerp. Covfefe? What the fuck is that, Jared? What the fuck is that to leave the fuck up on Twitter for an hour and a fucking half when you’ve got the fucking nuclear codes? What do you think our enemies are saying right now? What do you think Russia’s saying?”

“I could call them and find out.”

“Just get in there.”

“Steve. Please. He sleeps in the nude. Above the covers.”

“Jared, do it for America. Do it for the brave young men at Valley Forge, and Chosan, and Manassas. Think of all this great, grand land of ours has done for you, Jared. Can you smell the flag? I can. Do it for Lincoln, Jared, and the preservation of the white race. We need to–”

“Excuse me?”

“–think of something more than…what?”

“White race?”

“My favorite.”

“Dude.”

“Get in there, you little shit, or else.”

“Or else what?”

“I know about the office building in Ankara.”

“Do you think I should wake him up, or just try to grab the phone?”

“Add that decision to your portfolio. In ya go.”

PUSHING NOISE

Transcript Of Donald Trump’s Speech To NATO, 5/25/17

“All right, here we go, get the fuck out of my way, Chachi.”

FOREIGN PRIME MINISTER SHOVING NOISE

“Okay, okay, great. Wonderful applause for me, just wonderful. Gotta be honest: Brussels is a shithole. Dumpy! Like the whole city’s got a fat ass. Not a major city, and no major buildings. What’s even the point? Jean-Claude Van Damme, who I have beaten in fights many times, is from Brussels. Doesn’t live here now. I think that says something. Great guy, Jean-Claude. Thinking about making him my new Homeland Security director.

“And now we pray for Manchester.”

“Tremendous moment of silence there. Very, very silent and good. Didn’t hear that kind of silence when Obama, who is wiretapping this ceremony as we speak, asked for a moment of silence. Many, many people died horribly in Manchester. Not as many as 9/11, though. Americans will not stand being number two in anything.

“Terrorists are losers, evil losers, everybody knows this. Probably voted for Hillary, and maybe shot Seth Rich at her orders. Sean Hannity knows all about this, but still no one is calling him. We need to find these losers and kill them very, very harshly. Maybe their families. That’s detail stuff, and I leave it to the generals. I got the best generals you’ve ever seen. All of them are very tall. Tremendous looking bunch of men. I got a black general, I got a Mexican general, but he’s legal. Wonderful generals.

“I have just been to Israel and also the Middle East. Great. Hot, but great. Brussels isn’t as hot as Saudi Arabia, but there’s no glowing orbs. Strike two, Brussels. Weak town, gotta say. Maybe the terrorists come here next? Hope not, but maybe. We need to stop them by being strong. How do we be strong? Through toughness. Vigilance is also important, but not like strength. In a lot of way, it’s like arm wrestling. The people of America, except for the losers and haters, overwhelmingly elected me to be their arm wrestler. Overwhelmingly, biggest victory ever, which means I’m pretty much the Super-President. Here, look:”

MAP TAKING OUT NOISE

“All the red is me. More red than anyone’s ever seen. For all intents and purposes, I was elected unanimously to kill all the terrorists and also Obamacare. A disaster. Worse than Manchester. No offense, Theresa, but you know I’m right. I am! Horrible, horrible deal for the American people, who all voted for me.

“NATO is not much better. Just being honest, which is what I’m known for. Many people, including Al Franken, have talked about how truthful I am. I just can’t lie, it’s not in me. Franken’s a real putz, by the way. Just a real nothing guy. That Stuart Smalley movie didn’t do too well, and that was it for Al in Hollywood. Done. Rosie O’Donnell has more talent, even though she is very fat and disgusting. Y’know, Rosie’s a lot like NATO. Bloated. Useless. Lesbian. Spitting image!

“You know this phrase, ‘spitting image?’ I made it up.

“You are not living up to your financial obligations, NATO. Very unfair! What kind of organization doesn’t pay its bills, or only a small portion of what was agreed on? Terrible thing to do, terrible. Do it for a while, and reputable people stop doing business with you. That’s just life. That’s why Hillary isn’t the president and I am. She was very, very corrupt and also probably had Parkinson’s Disease.

“23 out of 28 member nations have not paid their dues. Bulgaria. Where’s Bulgaria? Raise your hand.”

“Where’s our money, Bulgaria? What’s your name?”

“I can’t pronounce that. You gotta pay us. Portugal, where are you?”

“Nice, a woman. Hello, sweetheart. Where’s our money?”

“Enough with the excuses. Pay us. Is everyone watching? Does everyone see how I’m doing it? This is how you do diplomacy. Simple!

“In conclusion, NATO owes me two billion dollars, and I’ll let you in on a secret. Vladimir Putin, who I have never spoken with, called me yesterday and offered to match what you owed if America joined his side. Listen, we’ve got a lot of history, but a deal’s a deal. All right. No more terrorism, and give us our money, and I’m the president. Great, okay.”

Tremendous Papal Audience, Best Papal Audience Ever

Hey, Pope Francis. Whatcha doing?

“Just-a gettin’ through-a da day.”

I feel you, Your Holiness.

“I’m-a gonna say something real-a un-Popelike.”

I think I know what you’re going to say.

“This-a fuckin’ guy.”

Yup, that was the exact phrase.

“You-a think when he comes-a in da room that he’s-a gonna be da only bad thing, but NOPE: there’s-a his famiglia.”

Bad hombres.

“You-a said it. Look at-a dese two. Double double, treason and-a trouble.”

Short one witch, I think.

“Kellyanne-a Conway is around here-a somewhere.”

That makes three.

“Who’s-a da freak on-a da end? Never seen a giraffe with-a fake boobies before.”

That’s Ivanka.

“She stinks-a.”

Sure.

“Is-a da evolution of-a da neck. Big-a, normal-a, none-a.”

Also true.

“This-a fuckin’ guy. Smells-a like vomit and-a beef.”

You’re pissed, Your Holiness.

“I’m-a gonna have to hear-a da MAGA stuff from-a Benedict for weeks.”

He hanging around?

“I had-a da Swiss Guards lock him in-a da closet. End-a of da audience, he gets-a five minutes with-a da dumdum.”

Y’know, Padre, I’m almost a little disappointed here. You’re supposed to love everyone.

“I thought-a so, too, but then this-a fuckin’ guy shows up on-a da doorstep.”

You make excellent points, Your Holiness.

“He’s-a da worst person that’s-a ever been in here. And this is da Vatican! There’s-a been some real- monsters who lived-a here!”

Yup.

“Stephen da VI. He dug-a up da Pope before him and put-a him on trial. Made all-a da cardinals watch.”

Wow.

“Bendict-a da IX. He sold-a da papacy!”

Wow wow.

“Twice!”

Wow wow wow.

“But they were-a da pikers next to this-a fuckin’ guy.

Sorry you had to go through this, Your Holiness.

“I’m-a gonna be all right.”

With the help of Jesus.

“Si, si. And I’ve-a been hittin’ da holy wine since-a noon.”

Good thinking.

“Hey, I’m-a da Pope-a.”

An American Prayer

Are you there, God? It’s me, TotD.

Blessed art Thou, Holy art Thou; Perfect art Thou. How art Thou? It is getting very summerish where I live, but I suppose You know that.

I do not pray often, Lord, and when I do it is to give thanks or beg forgiveness: a prayer is not transactional, but desperate times call for desperate measures and so now I come to You on my knees–if you want a beej for doing this, I will give You one; this is absolutely worth it–pleading with you, O Creator of everything and Fullingness of the Filament, You who Are and Am and Will Be. You who require so many Capital Letters.

This I pray:

Don’t let Trump embarrass us (too much).

I am a patriot, Lord. America is where my parents fucked, and I’m proud of that. After that, they stayed here and raised me, and I’m proud of that, too. You know this, O Lord: TotD is more American than French toast with Canadian bacon in a Greek diner cooked by a Mexican guy. I was born on the Fourth of July, if you have a defective calendar.

The occultists give their energy to a spell via their fluids, Lord, and the frenetic manipulation of themselves. So, then what gives energy to a prayer? It must be love. Vicious and childlike and unreasonable love, and this is my patriotism, O Lord. I know that America is a just a continent-wide heap of nitwits, slapdicks, and assholes that likes bombing the rest of the world, but love isn’t about Knowing. I love my country, Lord.

Please don’t let that unhinged taint embarrass us (too much).

Perhaps, Lord, you’ve noticed the parenthetical phrase I’ve appended to my plea. Let’s get this straight: I am not asking for perfect. Perfect is just not doable. Presidents have fucked up on foreign trips before. The first Bush threw up on the Prime Minister of Japan, and his son got a shoe thrown at him. Neither of those are really the men’s fault, but they were both funny.

(And to give the devil his due: Dubya was one shoe-dodging motherfucker. He avoided those Nikes like he had been practicing the move. Before the guy throws the second one, Dubya doesn’t commit: he’s on the balls of his feet and ready to go in any direction. The man was graceful. If the only things he did in his presidency was avoid those shoes and throw that strike at Yankee Stadium after 9/11, he would be the Best President EVAR. Throw in the speech he made into the bullhorn with his arm around the firefighter’s shoulder, and I’d vote to put him on the money, and not one bill: all of them. You’d be able to tell the denomination by Dubya’s mood: $1’s are thoughtful; $5’s are serious; $10’s are tranquil; $20’s are playful but aware of his role in the history of his great nation; $100’s are happy.)

When Ford fell down the steps, it was in Austria, Lord. That wasn’t a great look. Did you push him down the stairs? If so: good job, Lord. Fucker pardoned Nixon. A good stairing is the least he deserved.

But these were all forgivable blunders and goofs. None of these men were capable of what Basketball Head is capable of.

Please don’t let that orange dumbfuck embarrass us (too much), O Lord.

You can do it, Lord. I mean, how bad could it be?

Sweet Christ, we’re all gonna die. There’s no fucking way. Rick Steves couldn’t keep up a smile on this schedule? Who booked this? Are they trying to kill him, because this looks like it might do it; the man is 70, fat, and riddled with psychological and emotional maladies. The pace here is frantic for any human; it looks like the plot to It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World 2. I’d blow my brains out by Brussels.

Really: who the fuck did this? The more I look at it, the madder I get: they are setting this unstable lump of diseased chicken carcasses up for failure. This cannot end well. Shit, I bet it won’t even start well.

And so I pray, for in You all things are possible.

O Lord,
Let him not make a joke about revealing an Israeli intelligence source while standing right the fuck in front of Netanyahu at a press conference.

O Lord,
Keep him from improvising.

O Lord,
Get his aides to tell him that his data plan doesn’t work in the Middle East or Europe to keep him from tweeting during meetings.

O Lord,
May he misidentify the country he’s in only once or twice.

O Lord,
The fucker shouldn’t talk politics in Israel, like, at all; it’s dangerous to do that when you know what you’re talking about.

O Lord,
(And this is the big one.)
Don’t let this thieving, soulless maniac pull his handshake bullshit on the Pope.

The future lies in Your hands, Lord, omnipotent and timeless. We quiver beneath You. All praise is due to the Creator; all fault lies with His creation. We are weak, but only because You made us so, Lord. Give us this one, O Lord. It’s been a rough year.

Amen.

Transcript Of Donald Trump’s Press Conference With Colombian President Juan Santos, 5/18/17

“Thank you, yes, great, the best. It’s a pleasure to welcome El Presidente Guacamole or whatever to the White House, which is where I live because I’m the president. Guacamole is from Colombia. Hey, I live in the District of Columbia now, sometimes. How about that? Anyway, the whole country is a drug pit full of bad hombres. The worst hombres you’ve ever seen. Together, we must confront the danger of cocaine by using attack helicopters. Later, Attorney General Sessions is gonna announce that we’re putting everyone who ever did cocaine in jail for the rest of their lives. We’re gonna make Colombia pay for it. Great deal.

“We have ICE, which stands for something. Tremendous guys over there, just tremendous. MS-13 is here. Horrible, horrible, large gang. Mexican, but also probably some Colombians. Mexican enough. They come into our schools with bombs and cocaine and they rape. They rape. El Presidente, they rape.”

“Si, rape.”

“This guy gets it. We also discussed Valenzuela. Terrible, terrible thing going on down there in Valenzuela. Is Hillary Clinton in charge down there? That’s how bad it is! Our hemisphere is the best, everyone knows this, even all the other hemispheres. And in this hemisphere, we all want to be free. Very important, freedom. Not to mention the humanitarian, which is awful. What’s going on right now in Valenzuela as far as the humanitarian? Maybe the worst ever. Maybe ever.

“We had meetings, me and El Presidente. He assured me on three separate occasions that I was not under investigation, and I thanked him for that. Good guy, even though I’m having ICE tackle him in about ten minutes.”

“¿Que?”

“Okay, yeah, questions? You the fat one.”

“Thank you, sir. Mr. President, I’d like to get your reaction to Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein’s decision to appoint a special counsel to investigate the Russian interference in the campaign.  Was this the right move, or is this part of a ‘witch hunt?'”

“That’s my phrase. I made that up, witch hunt.”

“I don’t know about that, sir.”

“There might be no one alive who has made up as many really, really great phrases as me. ‘Bought the farm.’ I did that, everyone agrees.”

“Sir, please concentrate.”

“Why haven’t Hillary Clinton, who shot someone just the other night, and Barack Obama, who is a black, been court-martialed yet?”

“What?”

“This is a witch hunt. Never in the history of America has there been a bigger witch hunt. A lot of it is jealousy. The Democrats are very, very jealous and they cry and they lash out. They’re violent people, the left, very violent. And the press takes shots at me, too. No president has ever had this many shots taken at him. Okay, next question. Peter. No Russia, no Russia, no Russia.”

“A question about Russia, sir.”

“Dammit. No Russia. And if there was Russia, then it would be legal for me to do. The president can do it because he’s the president and I’m the president.”

“Sir, did you ask James Comey to abandon the investigation into your campaign’s alleged collusion with Russia?”

“No. Next question, Amber.”

“Same question as Peter.”

“No. Next question. Franklin.”

“Same question as Amber.”

“No. Old-fashioned car horn.”

“AhhhROOOOOOgaaaa!”

“There’s no Russia. How could I ask James Comey, who I am taller than, to drop an investigation that doesn’t exist because Russia doesn’t exist? This is all the press, who are liars and should be impaled with sticks, trying to lie and failing because they are all failing very, very bigly. They want to divide the country. I am trying to bring people together, which is why I’m building a wall to keep people out. It’s all gonna be so great, but first we have to get over this fake news and this Russia nonsense.

“Comey comes out for that hearing, and is so, so, so poor. Just very poor. Not a solid performance, and everyone hates him and many people have told me he is illiterate. So those can’t be his memos. Fake memos! My tapes are real, though. Brian?”

“Sir, did you just admit to having tapes of your conversation with James Comey?”

“No tapes, but they’re real. No tapes. Real tapes, but no tapes. Our FBI is the best FBI in the whole world. Even criminals say this, everybody says this. I cherish them. I take the FBI, I hold them to my bosom. And Comey was weak. Embarrassed the agency during the Clinton campaign, and my much more successful campaign. Look at this map:

MAP HOLDING-UP NOISE

“Red is Trump. I’m the red, see all the red? That’s me. Hillary? Blue. Not a lot of blue. This means I have a sacred duty to the FBI to uphold its sanctity. The FBI is so beautiful. So pure. I have been to many, many countries but our FBI is the absolute best. They deserve a leader who isn’t very, very weak. The Deputy AG came out with a letter that was very, very strong, but I ignored it and fired him because I wanted him to stop with all the Russia.

“Next question. Marcus.”

“Mr. President., this week–”

“Swear your loyalty to me.”

“–it was…what?”

“Swear it!”

“No, sir. This week it was revealed that Michael Flynn directly interfered with a military operation involving a country for whom he had been working as an unlicensed contractor.”

“So?”

“Really?”

“Michal Flynn. Great guy. You will never find a better man. Well, me, but other than that: Mike. Just a terrific, terrific, great guy. Knows the family. Been to Mar-A-Lago many times, and always gave me the nicest compliments about it. I’ll tell you this: Mike Flynn knows football better than anyone you’ve ever met. He could be the head coach of an NFL team today. Today, believe me. Just an outstanding guy, and very, very, very loyal to me, which I appreciate.”

“And as to the ties to other countries?”

“Mike is a very friendly guy. Lots of people want to be his friend. I understand it. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine, sir.”

“It’s fine. Next question. Terrance?”

“It’s totally not fine.”

“It’s fine. Siobhan?”

“As you look back over the past six months or year, have you had any recollection where you’ve wondered if anything you have done has been something that might be worthy of criminal charges in these investigations or impeachment, as some on the left are implying?”

“I’m doing the best job. No other president has had the first 100 days that I’ve had. Everyone thinks so. Jobs are coming back. The stock market is through the roof except for the days when Hillary fixes it like she fixed the Democratic primaries. No expected me to win, and now everyone is saying what a great job I’m doing. Obamacare is about to collapse, and what we’re gonna have is gonna be the best health care and everyone will be happy.

“Business owners say to me, ‘Stop making America great so fast, Mr. President.’ Our businesses are now growing so fast that they can’t add enough workers. Everyone has a job now, the best job. The military is very strong, and I’m gonna cut taxes. No one will have taxes and the biggest military in the world, and there’s no collusion. Even the Russians, who I colluded with, have said there’s no collusion.

“Thank you, great, okay”

James Comey’s Notes From His Dinner With Donald

18:00 – James Comey [hereafter referred to as JC] arrives WH. Ring bell for three minutes before maid answers door. Intoxicated. One shoe.

18:05 – POTUS arrives in bathrobe. Does his handshake thing.

18:10 – Tour of WH. Sounds of crying from behind four closets. POTUS misidentifies Map Room, Treaty Room, and Blue Room. At the Lincoln Bedroom, POTUS says, “You can jump on the bed if you want.” JC declines. POTUS reiterates. JC changes subject to electoral college. POTUS forgets about the bed.

18:15 to 19:00 – TV time. Special Report with Bret Baier. Guest is Charles Krauthammer. POTUS makes fun of CK’s face for entire show. Asks to have Flynn investigation dropped during each commercial break.

19:00 to 19:20 – JC sits on couch while POTUS scrolls through Twitter.  POTUS says, “How about a selfie?” JC declines. Usher enters with cigarette dangling from mouth and shirt untucked. Refers to JC as a “too-tall dickweed.” POTUS cackles and slips usher a $20 bill.

19:20 – POTUS and JC to dining room. Waiter is African-American named Lionel Braithwaite. POTUS refers to LB as “Jackson” the entire meal.

19:21 – POTUS says, “I would like you to swear loyalty to me.” JC declines politely.

19:22 – POTUS suggests “we prick our fingers with pins and be blood brothers.” JC declines.

19:23 – Meatloaf.

19:30 – Door to kitchen swings open. Stove is engulfed in flames. LB is fornicating with the drunken maid.

19:31 – 19:55 – POTUS relates plot of 1981 comedy Stripes, but as if it had happened to him.

19:55 – Dessert. POTUS gets a banana split with six bananas and 12 scoops of ice cream. JC receives a slap in the face from LB. POTUS cackles and slips LB a $20 bill.

19:57 – POTUS enthuses about FBI director “J. Edward [sic] Hoover” and remarked on how the “very few people know that J. Edward [sic] was Herbert Hoover’s son.”

20:00 – POTUS and JC retire to WH Residence. More TV time. Tucker Carlson Tonight. There are three large men in Adidas track suits in the Residence. They are not introduced.

20:05 – POTUS says, “A person who’s gonna drop the Russia case says what?” JC does not fall for it. POTUS tries twice more.

20:10 – JC makes excuse to leave. POTUS begs JC to stay. Offers ambassadorship to “whatever country has your kind of snatch. Or cock, whatever, I don’t care what you’re into.” JC declines.

20:15 – On way out, JC observes WH press secretary Sean Spicer writing on Cabinet Room walls with what appeared to be his own feces. Language was some sort of Nordic rune or perhaps Sanskrit.

20:20 – Maid is dead in doorway. Now wearing both shoes.

20:22 – The government car used by JC is on blocks. All four tires stolen. JC retrieves briefcase from trunk and walks to the Metro.

More Technically True Denials From H.R. McMaster

Trump gives the key to the Bronx Zoo to Kim Jong-un; all the animals get stolen.

“At no time did the president give Kim Jong-un a ride to the zoo, nor did he purchase any snacks for Kim.”

Trump tweets out the nuclear codes.

“What the president did was allowed by law, and never were the locations of every single bomb tweeted out.”

Trump sees a little girl throwing flowers into the Potomac, throws her in, she drowns.

“What needs to be paramount in everyone’s mind is that the president did not hold the little girl’s head underwater. The tossing of the girl and her drowning are two separate events that have a correlative, not causative, relationship.”

Trump lets Auric Goldfinger into Fort Knox.

“What’s to be understood is that Mr. Goldfinger was not given the access codes to Fort Knox, and therefore he is unable to get back in.”

Trump burns down an orphanage.

“C’mon, they were just orphans.”

Random And Out-Of-Context Quotes From The President’s Secret Oval Office Tapes

  • “This clicker is shit. Why can’t I get a good clicker?”
  • “Ryan a queer? Looks like, could be, maybe. Top. I think top, but still: queer.”
  • “The Irish can’t drink. What you always have to remember with the Irish is they get mean. Virtually every Irish I’ve known gets mean when he drinks.”
  • “Why is there a bush outside chewing gum?”
  • “What’s the area code for Moscow?”
  • “Dill pickle is no good. Bad pickle. Half-sour is the king of pickles, best pickle.”
  • “I don’t want any Jew at that dinner who didn’t support us in that campaign. Is that clear? No Jew who did not support us.”
  • “More fuckable: Kimberly Guilfoyle or Mika However-You-Pronounce-It? Mike, what do you think? Who’s more fuckable? Who would you fuck, Mike? Tell everyone. Stop crying, baby. No, you can’t leave, Mike. You’re here with us.”
  • “This clicker doesn’t work, either. Rhonda! Rhonda! Get me a clicker that works and a Diet Coke!”
  • “Ahh, but the strawberries that’s… that’s where I had them. They laughed at me and made jokes but I proved beyond the shadow of a doubt and with… geometric logic… that a duplicate key to the wardroom icebox DID exist, and I’d have produced that key if they hadn’t of pulled the Caine out of action. I, I, I know now they were only trying to protect some fellow officers… “
  • “Who is this? Huckabee’s kid? Jesus, a whole family of sows. Look at those arms! Tell Girl Huck to wear long sleeves!”
  • “Let me say something before we get off the gay thing. I don’t want my views misunderstood. I am the most tolerant person on that of anybody in this shop. They have a problem. They’re born that way. You know that. That’s all. I think they are. Anyway, my point is, though, when I say they’re born that way, the tendency is there. But my point is that Boy Scout leaders, YMCA leaders, and others bring them in that direction, and teachers. And if you look over the history of societies, you will find, of course, that some of the highly intelligent people–Oscar Wilde, Aristotle, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera–were all homosexuals. Nero, of course, was, in a public way, in with a boy in Rome.”

A Small Note About Priming The Pump

“Priming the pump.” You read this today, I’m sure. Basketball Head used the phrase in an interview with The Economist, then: A) asked if the reporter had heard it before, then B) claimed to have made up the phrase. This is surface-level funny because: A)reporter from The Economist would know “prime the pump;” and B) no you fucking didn’t, you bloated toadstool full of vomit.

But those are shallow chuckles. We know Trump doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about, and we know he’s a liar. The true funny lies in the fact that what he’s endorsing is utter anathema to his party. Priming the pump is a Keynesian idea: a government dumping money into the economy to stimulate it is the precise opposite of the financial belief of the Republican Party, which generally subscribes to theories of a more Austrian provenance. (Let’s not make the easy joke here.)

And now I’m going to banish the slob from my life and go to Little Aleppo.

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