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A Partial Transcript Of President Trump’s Press Conference, 3/13/20

“Thank you, thank you. We have, as you can see, just the most beautiful day here in the Rose Garden. I own the greatest and most spectacular golf courses on the planet–some would say on the planet–and so I think I know about gardens. And this is one of the best. Rose Garden. Incredible garden, with incredible roses. That’s how it got its name! Roses as far as the eye can see. Knock your socks off.

“We–I, we, whatever–have made tremendous progress. So far, so fast that people are amazed. No one can believe what we’ve got accomplished in such a short time, and despite being stuck with Obama-era regulations that were written specifically to kill white senior citizens. When you compare what we’ve done to other countries, you can’t. When you compare them, you can’t compare them. Italy’s a mess. It was a mess before, but now it’s disgusting. All the Mexicos are infected.

“So I closed the borders, and that made the difference. Europe didn’t close its border, and they let in all those people in scarves, and now there’s corona all over the place. It’s everywhere. So I shut that down, too. Any American now in Europe is stuck there for good. They’re gonna find new lives, they’re gonna be all right.

“I will now unleash the awesome power of a fully-operational American government by declaring a national emergency. Officially. I am officially declaring it. Maybe I should say it in a deep voice. Nationalllll emergencyyyyy. Is there a bell? I thought I rang a bell? Forget it, we’re doing the emergency. Very important words, national emergency. Y’know how they say Use your words? I’m using my words,

“I called Google, and they made me an app. This will be the first disease cured via app, which is incredible. Obama’s website broke down, but my app is gonna cure the corona Jimmy Google, I said to him. You’re gonna help your President. And he couldn’t have been nicer, so many compliments, and they got right to work. Such a dynamic company, really doing well and getting noticed, and that’s great for them. Great for them. The app will be out next week. Next week you get the app, from Google, the Google app.

“The tests are gonna be the most tremendous tests. The American people are gonna have perfect tests. Just absolutely perfect. You’ll go, they’ll swab, maybe they’ll tell you right there. We’re working on doing it in the car. So you drive up and then they swab. And on the way home, you get Popeye’s. No other country is doing that. You can’t get Popeye’s in Germany, and that’s on Angela Merkel. What kind of leader can’t get their people Popeye’s? The Germans can’t wait to get rid of her, everyone tells me that. Mike Pence told me that. Mike, where are you?”

“Here, sir.”

“Mike? Where’s my Mike?”

“Immediately to your right, Mr. President.”

“Mike?”

“Why are you gazing skyward? I wouldn’t be up there, sir.”

“Mike?”

“I’ll just slide into the podium here so I can say that no leader in the world, perhaps in the history of the world, has ever conquered a challenge with such alacrity, adroitness, and aplomb as has President Trump done here. We bask in the radiance of his glory, and I break into the Oval Office late in the evening so that I may sniff at his chair. The man not only makes history, but requires that history itself bend to his will. I now refer to Alexander the Great as Alexander the Not As Great As President Trump. While not inclined towards homosexuality, I would allow President Trump to perform it upon me, if he ever so requires. HE HOLDS MY THRALL! All is one, all is Trump.”

“Great, tremendous, such wonderful compliments. Mike Pence is doing the most beautiful job that anyone’s ever seen. So many people are calling me and talking about the job Mike’s doing. Kid Rock was raving. Mr. President, you made such a good decision to put Mike Pence in charge of the corona thing. And he was right. Kid Rock was right. Great job, Mike.

“The private sector has performed so spectacularly. Everyone is coming together, such superstars in the business and retail world, and asking me what they can do. I have some great, great leaders with me now. Artie Starrs from Pizza Hut. Artie?’

“Thank you, Mr. President. I’m honored that you would call me in this time of crisis. I’m a little perplexed as to why you would call me, but still: honored. Pizza Hut pledges to help its employees make up lost–”

“Whatever with that. I don’t care. I brought you here to ask about the crust. You changed it. What happened with the crust?”

“What now?”

“Used to be much fluffier. You ordered Pizza Hut, and you could expect crust like a cloud. Cloud made out of bread, delicious. And lately the fluffiness isn’t there. You changed the crust.”

“We haven’t changed the crust.”

“Absolutely. 100%. You changed the crust. I am known for my sense of taste. Very developed. A lot of kings get professional tasters, but I don’t need one because I taste so well. Different crust!”

“I promise you we haven’t changed the recipe or ingredients.”

MAP PULLING OUT NOISE

“Is that the 2016 electoral map?”

“You see all this red? It says that I’m right, and that you changed the crust.”

“Y’know what? I’ll look into it.”

“What an unbelievable talk we just had. Perfect. I’m gonna take some questions, but first I’m gonna breathe heavily right into the microphone for a little while.

“Shlhhhhh.

“ShLNGTHhhhh.

“Shlhhhhh.

“Okay, question time. Jim Acosta.”

“Mr. President, you were recently in the presence of several people who have since tested positive for the coronavirus. Will you be getting tested?”

“I will give a thousand dollars to anyone who sneezes on Jim Acosta.”

“That’s inappropriate, sir.”

“I will not be tested, because it’s not necessary. I don’t have any symptoms. In fact, I probably have the fewest symptoms of anything, ever. No one doesn’t have symptoms like me. Joe Biden has plenty of symptoms. I heard he’s got herpes. Maybe you should ask Joe Biden if he’s been tested for herpes.”

“I’m not going to ask him that.”

“You’re not getting the vaccine. When the vaccine is invented, which it will be very quickly, you can’t have any. Okay, next question. Black lady.”

“Mr. President, what responsibility do you bear for the lack of response in the light of the fact that you disbanded the White House pandemic office?”

“I knew I shouldn’t have picked a black lady. That’s a very rude and low-class question. You should be ashamed to ask filth like that. Ignorant. Very ignorant. Clearly, the responsibility is not mine. It may turn out to be someone who’s standing up here with me, but not me. The Chinese. Definitely their fault, a little bit. Some people are talking about this is a bioweapon that got loose, but I don’t know. Maybe. Not my fault.”

“You don’t think having an office preparing for this specific event would have helped?”

“That’s a hoax. That whole thing was a Democrat hoax.”

“It wasn’t.”

MAP PULLING OUT NOISE

“Oh, not the map again.”

“Map says it was a Democrat hoax. In conclusion, there will be 100 million tests available on Monday morning. I now leave someone else to answer any follow-up questions while I go get Popeye’s.”

Utterances You Will Not Hear From Donald Trump At Tonight’s State Of The Union Speech

  • “Lillian Monster is right; veganism is the only way to go.”
  • “Feed me black cock until cum squirts from my tear ducts.”
  • “When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.”
  • “Shakazulu says her hips don’t lie, but I’ve heard from many, many people that they do. Lying hips! Y’know who’s got the most honest hips in the world? Lou Dobbs. Real straight-shooters, Lou Dobbs’ hips. Very, very truthful hips.”
  • “My pronouns are he/him.”
  • “I used to feel so alone, but not now, not tonight; I have love coursing through me, love in my blood, it flows it flows it flows, and I can’t stop it. My God! We’re all connected, you and me and God–WE ARE ALL GOD HERE TONIGHT–and does anyone have any Starburst?”
  • “You are all sleeping on J.J. Fad.”
  • “App? Like mozzarella sticks? There’s nothing easier than mozzarella sticks! Great app, one of the best there is. Gets your mouth ready to do the real eating.”
  • “Greta Gerwig got screwed.”
  • “It turns out that there are actually two Kansas Cities. One’s in Kansas, and the other’s in Missouri. I got ’em mixed up. Silly mistake, but we’re all human and we all mess up sometimes. I’ll try do to do better next time.”
  • “Why don’t we all take off our shoes and just, like, be here for a while?”
  • “Shouldn’t call him Superman. Not a man! He’s an alien. Krypton, right? Many people don’t know that, but Superman’s from Krypton. He’s an alien. We should call him Superalien.”
  • “Sorry I’m late. I was in the gym.”
  • “I believe the children are our future. Teach them well, and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside.”

More Possible Additions To Donald Trump’s Team Of Impeachment Lawyers

“Trump has been telling associates and allies around him that he wanted a “high profile” legal team that can perform on television, the source said. It’s simply who Trump is, the source continued, adding Trump loves having people who are on television working for him.” – CNN, 1/18/20
  • Matlock.
  • “The homo in the wheelchair.” (President Trump does not recall Ironsides’ name.)
  • “Cosby’s wife, the black chick.” (President Trump also does not remember Claire Huxtable’s name.)
  • Quincy. (When informed that Quincy was a medical examiner who solved crime, and not a lawyer, President Trump threw a 20-minute tantrum in which he screamed the phrase “THEY’RE THE SAME JOB, YOU STUPID BABIES” at several four-star generals at least two dozen times.)
  •  My Cousin Vinny.
  • “The one from Law & Order with the big tits who clomped around. Terrible walk, but great tits. Laura Something Italian. Probably very hairy down there, but great tits. Wonder if the face has held up? We won’t let her do anything, but there should be some pussy at the table. Gotta have pussy at the table, right? You all know that you need pussy at the table. Right, Pence? Are you crying again?”
  • Saul Goodman.
  • “Wasn’t Captain Kirk a lawyer? After he retired from Starfleet, he was a lawyer in Boston. Get me the Captain.”
  • Night Court. (That’s all President Trump said. “Night Court.” When asked to expound, he began bellowing “NIGHT COURT, YOU FUCKING MORONS! NIGHT COURT! NIGHT COURT” over and over until a Filet-O-Fish sandwich was procured.)

Like A Dog

Hey, Conan the US Army dog. Whatcha doing?

“I have no idea.”

You’re a dog.

“Yeah. I’m relatively whip-smart, though. Compared to a dachshund, I’m Einstein. But I’m still a dog, and I got no idea what’s happening. This is a new place. Never been here before.”

It’s called the White House.

“There are odors you wouldn’t believe in here. Little tip from me to you? Someone has been doing black magick in this building.”

You can’t possibly know that.

“Trust my nose. I’m good at two things: smelling shit, and biting dicks off.”

You bite a lot of dicks off?

“Yeah. It’s classified, so don’t tell anyone. But, yeah. I get their balls, too. Usually.”

You okay with that?

“I am okay with being a good boy, and I am told I am a good boy when I bite off dicks. But not, you know, random dicks. Unauthorized dick-biting makes me a VERY BAD BOY, and I cannot do that again.”

You went freelancing?

“We all make mistakes when we’re young.”

Hey, man. No judgments here.

“Who are these people? This guy I am with is not The Guy, but I know him. He’s good people. Generous with the scratches. Got a lot of fetch in him. Good people, but not The Guy.”

Your handler’s identity is classified.

“Love him. This guy’s good, but not The Guy. What’s with Milkbone here?”

That’s Mike Pence. He’s the Vice-President.

“Look how close I am to his bacon and eggs. One shouted German word and breakfast would be over.”

Don’t eat Mike Pence’s dick. Wait.

No. Don’t eat his dick. Hey, how does that work with attack dogs? What if, like, I knew the secret German words?

“What about it?”

Could I shout them at you and get you to do stuff?

“No. What are you, an idiot? You’re not The Guy. I only listen to The Guy. The commands are in German to keep people from knowing what he’s telling me, not because I’m some sort of Manchurian Candidate that goes insane and starts murdering at the sound of German.”

I think it’s also in German because German is a scary-sounding language.

“One would assume. What is this thing? It’s shaped like a person, but doesn’t smell like one.”

That’s a person. He’s the President.

“What does that mean?”

Alpha.

“Oh, God, you’re shitting me. You made this your alpha? I can smell him decaying. And he’s petrified of me.”

The man does not like animals.

“I need you to listen to me: I know what humans smell like. He doesn’t smell like that. Call the authorities.”

He is the authorities.

“I could…you know.”

Eat his genitals?

“Yeah.”

No.

“Took you a while.”

I’m still mulling it over.

A Partial Transcript Of President Trump’s Press Conference, 10/27/19

WHITE HOUSE PRESS ROOM – MORNING

“Thank you, thank you, yes, the best press conferences in the whole world. Obama gave very weak conferences. Couldn’t even call them that. I have so many people calling me up and saying, ‘Bless you, Mr. President. You do press conferences the country can be proud of again.’ No rap music at my press conferences.

“We just got back from the United Nations, which is such a dump. The carpets are from the 70’s, just the worst carpets you’ve ever seen in your lives. Maybe if the other countries of the world would pay their UN tabs, then they could get do some redecorating, but for now? A dump. I have to say it, I have to be honest. Prime Manhattan real estate, and it’s wasted on those people. Most of the delegates have barely been indoors. I saw the Indonesians crap on the floor. They just squat and crap! I’m not lying! Squat and crap!

“We made some of the best deals that anyone’s ever seen at the UN. We did a deal with Japan that was so beautiful, probably better than the Louisiana Purchase. That was Jefferson, he did that. A lot of people don’t give Jefferson the credit for the Louisiana Purchase, but that was all him. Good deal. Not great.

“I came here to talk about something. General Kelly knows what I was gonna talk about. Where’s my General?”

“General? Mulvaney, where’s my General?”

“He quit. I’m doing his job now.”

“General?”

“He’s not hiding behind the flagpole, sir. He’s far larger than that.”

“General?”

“ISIS, sir. You killed the head of ISIS.”

“That’s right, I did that, all by myself. Get out, Mulvaney. How dare you interrupt me when I know what I’m doing.”

TOADY EXITING A PRESS ROOM NOISE

“Last night, under my direct supervision, U.S. special forces brought the world’s greatest terrorist to justice. Boo-boo al-Babaganoosh is dead. Our brave and deadly killing special forces went in under cover of night and killed him, plus some other people that were there who were also probably enormous terrorists.

“Before he died, he was begging like a dog. ‘Please don’t kill me, I love America,that sort of thing. It was like in Miller’s Crossing. Remember Turturro in Miller’s Crossing? He’s in the woods, on his knees, such good acting. Anyway, that’s what this monster was doing, but he didn’t get an Oscar for it, he got maybe a thousand bullets in the face. We shot him right in the face like a dog.

“Obama couldn’t do it. And, y’know, come to think of it: Clinton couldn’t get this guy, either. No one talks about that! Maybe Hillary was part of that. Maybe Hillary was doing business with ISIS and persuaded Bill not to murder terrorists? You can’t put anything past that family. Even the great Ronald Reagan, who was very great, never killed the leader of ISIS. I did, but you won’t give me credit for that.

“Okay, questions.”

“Mr. President, when did this operation begin planning?”

“Well, I’ve always known that I was going to destroy ISIS. It was just a matter of the military picking the perfect day, night, whenever. They went in there so beautifully. I was watching it from the Situation Room with Mike Pence and Lou Dobbs, and a few other real high-level people. Real killers. You should have seen what these soldiers were doing. Helicopters, face-paint, the whole works. No doors! They don’t use doors! They blow a hole through the wall! It’s wild.”

“Sir, did the Kurds play any role?”

“Some. Maybe some. Maybe not as much as they could have, but some. Kurds are Kurds, good for them. Next question. You.”

“Mr. President, when did the United State confirm al-Baghdadi’s location?”

“It was tough, because he blends in. In that part of the world, he blends in. At Mar-a-Lago, he’d stand out like a dog, but over there? Can’t pick him out of a crowd. Plus, he’s very good at the internet. Barron is good, but Al Bundy is better. He posts on Instagram, but he never does the geo-tagging. That’s what they call that. Geo-tagging. ‘Oh, look at me, I’m here.’ That’s geo-tagging, and he had that shut off. Very tough to find, but we did. Next reporter.”

“Were the Russians notified?”

“Well, we had to. We were flying over their land, so we called and told them, and they were so lovely about it. ‘Thank you, Mr. Trump. This is the most perfect notification we’ve ever been given. Obama used to call and be so rude.’ The Russians were so strong in their compliments about our notification.

“What about Congress?”

“They’re being notified right now.”

“You mean that they’re being notified via this press conference.”

“Bing bang boop-ee-doop. Next?”

“Sir, I’m just trying to get a more precise timeline of all of this. Can you–”

“The dog is fine.”

“–walk us through…what?”

“We had a brave K9 soldier that was mildly injured. All the men were fine, but the dog got hurt like a dog. He’s okay now, though. Recovered like a dog.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I killed Al Baba-booey, and no one’s giving me the proper thanks for this. The worst terrorist in the entire world, and I may as well have shot him myself. I volunteered to do it, but many people begged me not to, and I decided to say okay. Both Theresa and Joe Guidice from Real Housewives of New Jersey begged me not to go over there. ‘You’re doing to much good for the country, except for Chicago, which is a hellhole and not your fault. Please stay here, sir.’ Very powerful words from Theresa and Joe. Good friends, very high ratings with Theresa and Joe.”

DINNER BELL RINGING NOISE

“Ooh, Filet-O-Fish. Okay, we’re done. You’re welcome.”

A Partial Transcript Of William Taylor’s Testimony Before Congress, 10/22/19

GAVEL NOISE!

“Call this meeting to order. Order, please. Today, we will be hearing the testimony of William Taylor, who was America’s highest-ranking diplomat in Ukraine up until very recently. I welcome all my fellow Congresspeople from various committees, and do remind them that this hearing is secret and what is heard here should not be discussed with anyone outside this room. Goddammit, Ted Lieu, are you Tweeting?”

“No, I’m streaming on Twitch.”

“Knock it off!”

“Aw.”

“Mr, Taylor, thank you for coming today. I understand that the White House attempted to prevent your appearance.”

“Congressman Hoyer, thank you for having me. And, in answer to your question: yes. The White House was rather aggressive in their desire that I not testify.”

“Can you describe their efforts?”

“I was contacted by various officials from various departments. State called, as did the White House counsel’s office. The Governor of Florida called me at home, real late, and used terrible language. Donald Trump, Jr., both texted me and tagged me in an Instagram post.”

“Anything else?”

“Letters ranging from ludicrous legal missives to incomprehensible, short-sentenced threats. You know the kind of letters this White House sends out.”

“Sure.”

“One hand-written note from the President.”

“Sharpie?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“What did it say?”

Be a smart guy! Dummy up! and then his signature. The note was written on the bill of a Make America Great Again cap.”

“Do you have the cap, sir?”

“I do.”

RED BALL CAP THAT A MORON SCRAWLED ON BEING INTRODUCED INTO EVIDENCE NOISE

“Thank you. Anything else?”

“Several interns from the White House tried to tackle me on the way in here this morning.”

“They were not successful, I take it?”

“Congressman, I was in ‘Nam. Some little bastards named Hunter aren’t gonna lay me out.”

“Thank you for your service.”

“Sure.”

“Mr, Taylor, I’m told you have a prepared statement to read?”

“Yes, sir.”

Mr, Chairman, I appreciate the opportunity to speak before Congress today. I hope to illuminate through detail the irredeemably fuckwadded misadventures of this White House, specifically in regard to Ukraine.

In terms of my background, I have been in the employ–in one way or another–of the American government for my entire life. I attended West Point, and then served in Vietnam. Upon my return home, I joined the Department of Energy, and I worked on the Hill, and at NATO, and finally became a diplomat with State. I have served loyally under both Republican and Democratic administrations.

I was the ambassador to Ukraine from 2006 to 2009, appointed by George W. Bush. I fell in love. Oh, the Kyiv Spring! I know most Americans spell the name of the city “Kiev,” but they don’t know her like I do. City of wonder, city of glamour, Kyiv. Don’t forget the countryside. The fertile fields. The sturdy peasants. The goats. Who could resist Ukraine?

But when Secretary of State Pompeo asked me to return to the role, and the country, I balked. First of all, because my would-be predecessor was treated quite shabbily by the White House Second: my wife was very against the idea. She said of the President His brain is made of soup, and This will end in tears and lawyer’s fees.

So I would like to formally, and on the Congressional record, say that my wife was exactly correct on both counts.

I made it clear over the phone that taking the job required that the United States maintain its current level of strong support for Ukraine, and Secretary Pompeo blew into the phone and pretended like there was a bad connection. I flew to Kyiv anyway.

Immediately, I began to suspect monkeyshines. The newly-elected President of Ukraine, Volodomyr Zelensky, reported receiving numerous middle-of-the-night phone calls from Rick Perry During each call, President Zelensky attempted to explain the concept of “time zones” to Rick Perry, but he (Rick Perry) failed to grasp the material. Rudy Giuliani also “popped by” Zelensky’s official residence on three separate occasions. I tried to explain just how inappropriate that was to him (Giuliani) but he failed to grasp the material, and was drunk.

I was also under pressure from the Ambassador to European Union, Gordon Sondland. He was less interested in the intricacies of international relations than he was in doing whatever President Trump wanted him to do, and going to dinner. In our initial meeting, he said that Ukraine was “the country with the great pastries?” When informed that Ukraine did have delicious baked goods, it wasn’t particularly known for its cakes Sondland became incensed, and began shouting. “NO! IT’S PASTRY FUCKING CENTRAL!”

I regret using that language, but I felt it necessary to quote Sondland completely.

During a call with Sondland on July 18th, I was made aware of a hold placed on $391 in military aid. I objected quite vociferously, and was told that President Trump needed President Zelensky to announce that he (Zelensky) was investigating Hunter Biden, or an internet company, or Hillary Clinton’s campaign; the subject of the investigation seemed to me quite fluid. For a full five minutes, I was also told that Zelensky had to “find the server.” When I asked what in God’s name that meant, Sondland screamed “I AM RICH AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!” at me.

The following day, I met with President Zelensky, who showed me security-cam footage of an obviously liquored-up Giuliani and two of his fat idiot criminal friends trying to climb the fence of Maryinsky Palace. Needless to say, this was embarrassing to both America and myself. Rick Perry had also called again, once more in the middle of the night.

“Mr. Chairman!”

“Settle down, Congressman Jordan. Don’t interrupt Mr, Taylor!”

“I won’t sit here and let this pinko rape my President! That’s what’s happening here! The Democrats, in league with International Communism, the Deep State, and those drag queens from the library, are holding my wonderful President down and trying to forcefully reverse his butthole’s traffic flow!”

“That is a highly offensive analogy.”

“All of this is offensive! The non-phony parts of the Constitution says that you can’t rape a sitting President!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“That’s it, Hoyer. Push-up contest. Right now.”

“I’m 80 years old, Jim.”

“Coward.”

A Partial Transcript Of President Trump’s Meeting With Democratic Party Leaders, 10/16/19

INT. WHITE HOUSE CABINET ROOM – AFTERNOON

“Nancy, Chuck, come in. I want you to know that I had no idea this meeting was taking place. Complete surprise to me, which is very rare because I am aware of everything that happens in all my properties.”

“Hello, Mr. President.”

“Happy Sukkot, Mr. President.

“I come in here after lunch and wing wang womp there you are. We did Whoppers. Amazing sandwich, the Whopper. Whole different beast than a Big Mac. The Big Mac is tall and elegant, like Ivanka. Whopper’s low to the ground. Sturdy base on a Whopper. Couldn’t knock one over. Pence, run back to the Oval Office and see if there’s any Whoppers left. I wanna see if Nancy can knock it off its feet.”

“Mr. President, I don’t want to tackle a Whopper.”

“You can’t. You don’t want to because you can’t. Democrats are very weak and scared of my lunch, which is very strong.”

“Uh-huh. We were told that this meeting would be about Syria.”

“Syria, Shmyria. That’s what I told the Italian President when he was here this morning. No one in the Middle East voted for me, but almost everyone in the Middle West did. We had an incredible victory on election night that people are still talking about. You’ll never guess who called me last night.”

“Mr. President, I–”

“Guess.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Guess, c’mon, guess.”

“Was it–”

“Pat Sajak! Guy’s had a hit show for how many years now? Big, big, big star. The yokels come in, they spin the wheel, win a car, whatever, it’s great. He does such a wonderful program over there, and he’s been rewarded. I never got an Emmy for The Apprentice, and I blame that on jealous losers being haters. And Hillary probably made some calls. I bet she made some calls. I believe she did.”

“Hillary Clinton rigged the Emmy Awards now?”

“You don’t know with that family! What was I talking about?”

JEW KICKING A RICH LADY UNDER THE TABLE NOISE

“Don’t remind him about Sajak!”

RICH LADY KICKING A JEW BACK NOISE

“I wasn’t going to! I’m not an idiot.”

RICH LADY AND JEW KICKING EACH OTHER A COUPLE TIMES, HARD, NOISE

“Mr. President, once again: we were asked to come here today to discuss the ongoing events in Kurdish-held Syria.”

“Taken care of! I wrote a letter, one of the most perfect letters you’ve ever seen, and we sent it over to whats-his-name, Captain Turkey. All taken care of by your beloved President, probably the best one America’s ever had. I wanna read everybody the letter. General Kelly?”

“He quit months ago, Mr. President.”

“Where’s my General?”

“Why are you looking in Mike McCarthy’s ear? He’s not in there.”

“General?”

“Maybe someone else could pass the letter out, Mr. President.”

“It won’t be as much fun. He does this thing where he flips the paper across the table, and it stops right in front of you. Never misses.”

“I think we’ll manage.”

“Fine. Pence!”

UN-INDICTED CO-CONSPIRATOR PASSING OUT PAPERS NOISE

“I’m gonna read it, you can read along. Chuck, you can help Nancy sound out the letters. I had to say it, Nancy. I had to. Many people have told me that you don’t know how to read. Not well, at least. Some people say not at all, some people say a little bit. Maybe the truth’s in the middle, I don’t know.”

“Oh, just read the letter.”

“You’re gonna be amazed. Ahem.

Let’s work out a good deal! You don’t want to be responsible for slaughtering thousands of people, and I don’t want to be responsible for destroying the Turkish economy — and I will. I’ve already given you a little sample with respect to Pastor Bronson. I have worked hard to solve some of your problems. Don’t let the world down.

You can make a great deal. General Mazloum is willing to negotiate with you. and he is willing to make concessions that they would never have made in the past. I am confidentially enclosing a copy of his letter to me. just received.

History will look upon you favorably if you get this done the right and humane way. It will look upon you forever as the devil if good things don’t happen. Don’t be a tough guy. Don’t be a fool!

I will call you later.*

“Wasn’t that great?”

BIPARTISAN STUNNED SILENCE NOISE

“Was that a joke?”

“You’re the joke, Nancy! You’re a nasty lady who wouldn’t know a good letter if it bit you, and you’re not hot anymore. No one invited you here to be rude and unpatriotic about my wonderful, very American and strong letter. I might have Ted Nugent set this letter to music, and that’ll be the new National Anthem.”

“Mr. President, that letter is going to get more Kurds killed, and it will get more ISIS prisoners released.”

“You’d love that. You love ISIS.”

“I do not love ISIS at all.”

“You love ISIS so much. You wanna kiss ISIS.”

“This is just insulting.”

“Nancy and ISIS, sittin’ in a tree.”

“Stop it! Mr. President, your rash decision–”

“Beautiful decision.”

“–to suddenly abandon the Kurds is leading to their slaughter. You’ve created a power vaccuum that will leave tens of thousands of civilians dead, thousands of ISIS fighters free, and more control of the region for Vladimir Putin.”

“What about Putin? Did you talk to him? What did he say about me?”

“Mr. President, you’re getting people killed.”

“Not people. Kurds.”

“Holy shit.”

“Have you ever met a Kurd? Not great. Not a fun experience. A little dangerous, if I’m totally honest. Something off about those folks.”

“Is there any chance of a fruitful discussion here?”

“Nancy, you have never given me a boner.”

“We’re done.”

“Not once!”

RICH LADY, A JEW, AND SOME OTHER DEMOCRATS LEAVING THE CABINET ROOM NOISE

 

 

*This is the verbatim transcript of a letter that the President of the United States sent to the dictator of Turkey.

What’s In A (Superyacht’s) Name?

There is no connection between Queen and Basketball Head, you say. Perhaps you whisper it softly, as if a prayer. Please, dear Jesus, keep separate Freddie, who was made of joy and boners, separated from Donald Trump, who is a used band-aid. Some folks ought maintain a chasm betwixt. It’s like the Offspring said, Lord: Ya gotta keep ’em separated. If you won’t listen to me, Lord, then listen to the Offspring.

Alas.

This is not a yacht. She is a superyacht, and she was originally called the Nabila, which is Arabic for Noble Lady, but she was also called the Flying Saucer when she starred in a James Bond movie. I am unaware of the helicopter’s name, or whether it appeared in any films. (The reason that boats are “she” and helicopters are “it” is because humans were not cooped up in helicopters for months at a time slowly going insane to the point where they began gendering vehicles.) The Nabila has, as you can see, a helipad and an outdoor swimming pool/sexy-time jacuzzi tub. Hidden within are 11 suites, a movie theater, gym, formal dining room, and quarters for the crew of 48. Cost $100 million, and that was in 1980, when $100 million was real money.

(WARNING: Do not start googling “superyachts unless you wanna go Full Commie. Did you know that the latest trend is away from 300-footers and towards ultra-luxury 200-footers paired with smaller support boats that act as floating garages for your tenders/waverunners/landing craft/chopper/etc.? You didn’t know that, did you? How does that fact make you feel? Violently redistributionish? Me too, comrade.)

Anyway, when she was called the Nabila, she was owned by Adnan Khashoggi, who was a social kind of fellow. In the 60’s and 70’s, he was good friends with the Saudi royal family, who wanted desperately to buy as many tanks and planes and bazookas as possible; he was also buddy-buddy with Lockheed Martin and Northrup Grumman, who wanted just as breathlessly to sell as many tanks and planes and bazookas as possible. The papers called him an arms dealer, but he was just an outgoing guy. The arms sales provided the seed money–about a billion’s worth–for further investment and trinket-collecting. Game reserves, and shopping malls, and far more mansions than necessary, and the Utah Jazz.

The boat got the most attention. So much so that Queen wrote a song about it in 1989.

It is not a major entry in the band’s canon, just a scrap of Brian’s usual Heavy Rock from The Miracle, but it’s still a Queen song. They didn’t write shit about you, did they? No, Queen wrote songs about not liking Jaws or Star Wars, and Beelzebub, and curvaceous bicyclists. And the Nabila. Heady company.

In 1990, Khashoggi sold the boat.

He ruins everything.

A Partial Transcript Of The Joint Press Conference Of American President Donald Trump And Finnish President Sauli Niinistö, 10/2/19

“Look at all of this press, President Ninjitsu–”

“Niinistö.”

“–probably more press than there are people in Finland. Small country, but so beautiful. Part of a group. People don’t know this, but Finland is in Scandinavia. Like we have the Deep South, you got Alabama and Georgia, they got Scandinavia. Bunch of very beautiful, very cold countries. Vikings. It all comes back to Vikings. We have had such a perfect visit, maybe the greatest visit in the history of cooperation and friendship and you know, all that, between our two great, great countries.”

“Thank you, President Trump.”

“Beloved. This man here, Nagursky–”

“Niinistö.”

“–is a god back home. A god. The Finns, they crowd around him and his wife, who is a knockout. Real knockout. He’s not so great-looking, but the wife? Top-notch. Can’t compete with Melania, but that’s not fair because everyone knows that Melania was one of the top, top, top supermodels in the world. Both of our wives, very high-class women, not like Michelle Obama, who should be executed for treason.”

“What?”

“Okay, you talk now. Go.”

“Um, yes, well, we got the chance this morning to visit several of your incredible museums located along the Mall. Each was dedicated to the certain portion of your short, ferocious history, but they made a grand mosaic when viewed as a whole. I was struck by the fragility of what you call the American Experiment, but also by its worth. Your democracy is a chance worth taking. I pray that it continues.”

“Perfect. Just perfect. Diet Coke?”

“You weren’t listening at all, were you?”

“We can do a Fanta. Fanta?”

“I have a glass of water, Mr. President. That is all I require. Thank you for your interest.”

“Also, I want to give you my condolences on the horrible, horrible stabbing that took place at that college in Finland. That’s rough, nasty stuff. Probably an antifa. We have those over here, and they’re vicious and very bad. I’m probably going to be signing some Executive Orders making antifa illegal. That’s gonna be a win, a big win. I can make them illegal in Finland, too, if you want, President Nijinsky.”

“I’m not even going to correct you any more. Again, Mr. President: no, thank you. I do not want a soft drink, nor do I want you to do whatever the hell it was you just offered.”

“C’mon, pal, do me a favor. I’ll make antifa illegal in Finland, and you find me some dirt on Pocahontas’ husband.”

“You do realize we’re standing in front of a literal room full of reporters, right?”

“Very corrupt! Possibly the most corrupt people who aren’t Hillary Clinton in the entire world I believe in Finland you would call them ‘bad muchachos.”‘

“You shouldn’t believe that.”

“Okay, great, wonderful, let’s do a question. I’m gonna do a question. You. Next to the black guy. Not the black. I will be taking no black questions today.”

“Jesus.”

“You’re gonna be nice, okay? You’re gonna ask a question and you’re gonna be nice. Okay, go.”

“Thank you, Mr. President. The three House committees that are looking into the impeachment inquiry gave notice today that they will be sending a subpoena to the White House for documents and other materials.  Will you cooperate with those subpoenas?”

“That is the worst question I’ve ever heard, very nasty and biased, and it shows what I’ve had to put up with that no other President in history has. This Adam Schiff is a bad guy, and probably a murderer. Rudy Giuliani has been looking into this. Rudy is looking, and he says that Adam Schiff has maybe killed a lot of hookers. Li’l Adam Schiff, that’s what I call him. Not ‘Little.’ Li’l. It’s spelled ell-aye-semicolon-ell. Li’l.”

“So, will you cooperate with the subpoenas?”

“He goes up the microphone and starts to read from the transcript, and everyone knew he had nothing. He had nothing. We sent to him the most beautiful transcript you’ve ever seen. Word-for-word, so many words, the greatest words you’ve ever seen. The words were perfect. So many people called me up to tell me that, but Li’l Adam just makes things up. He fabricated. Fab–

OK SIGN NOISE

“–ri–

OK SIGN NOISE

“–cated, because he’s a bad, corrupt guy. Any other country, he would have been executed for treason. For two years, he gives us the Collusion Delusion. That’s what I call it. Collusion Delusion. Huge likes on Twitter from that one, huge. Collusion Delusion, and now we have this Ukrainian nothing. Nothing! The phone call was so perfect, and the Ukrainian President agreed. He agreed very strongly, and I never said ‘Quid pro quo.’ They say I said it eight or nine times, but I never said ‘Quid pro quo.'”

“Does that mean you will cooperate with the subpoenas or not?”

“If they’re real subpoenas.”

“What does that mean?”

“Some are fake! Li’l Adam Schiff sends over many, many fake subpoenas. And Elijah Cummings from Baltimore, which is a hellhole, he sends over subpoenas that are fake and black. I have a nickname for Elijah, too.”

“What is it?”

“I’m not gonna tell you. But I have one. I have one. Next question. Fox News?”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Night is great. Hannity, Lou, the best shows in the world. Such good reporting. Your days are no good. Daytime is not great.”

“Yes, sir. I have a fair and balanced question: Do you think that Adam Schiff’s corruption is so vile that his family should be executed along with him?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Let’s do a Finn. I’m gonna do a Finn. Where’s a Finnish reporter? Not you. Not you. Definitely not you, I don’t even know how you got in here, not you. You, you look like a Finn. Ask a question.”

“Onko sinulla mitään sanottavaa kotona oleville ihmisille?”

“Auttakaa minua. En voi herätä tästä painajaisesta.”

“Se on selvää.”

“That was so great, so wonderful. You see, when countries come over here and don’t treat us like saps, then everything is so nice. So nice. Let’s have another Finnish question for President Nicodemus.”

“No, that’s fine. No more questions for me.”

“The last one was such a classy, beautiful exchange, I couldn’t believe my ears the things I was hearing, and I was very impressed by what I’ve done bringing our countries together. Have another question.”

“Really, it’s okay. Let’s get to the end of this.”

“One more. You, blondie. Ask your question.”

“President Niinistö, has President Trump asked you for any favors today?”

“Oh, God, why are you making this worse?”

“Let me take that, because it’s an unfair and unpleasant question, and the young woman who asked it should be ashamed of herself. Before me, 100 of our beloved veterans were being eaten by MS13 every day. Every day. These men, and sometimes even women, they fight for us and do such a beautiful job killing our enemies, and then they come back home to be eaten by illegal MS13’s. Obama let it happen, but not me. I put a stop to that. MS13, they say Hey, there’s a new sheriff in town. And they stopped eating our troops, stopped it cold. But I get no credit for that from the corrupt, lying media because you’re corrupt and you lie. President Ninnypants? Anything to add?”

“I want off this ride.”

“One more question. You. Is your name Stuey?”

“No, sir.”

“You look like a Stuey.”

“Thank you, sir. Mr. President, can you just make clear, right here: What do you or what did you want Ukrainian President Zelensky to do with regard to Joe and Hunter Biden?”

“Look at what he said, look at the beautiful, perfect transcript that I didn’t have to give out, and look at all the ambassadors and important people that we have here today, and they’ve all heard me say that we shouldn’t be suckers when it comes to Ukraine, which is probably the most corrupt nation in the entire world. You should hear Steven Segal talk about Ukraine. Very knowledgeable guy. Wouldn’t think so from all the kicking and punching, but you won’t meet a smarter man. Very smart. Ask him about Ukraine, and he’s got nothing good to say. Very corrupt.”

“Yes, sir. And what did you want President Zelensky to do about the Bidens?”

“Me?”

“Yes, sir?”

“You’re talking to me?”

“Yes.”

“General Kelly? General?”

“He’s not here, Mr. President.”

“General?”

“Why are you looking in the President of Finland’s trousers, sir? He’s obviously not there.”

“Tapa minut, Jumala. Tapa minut nyt.”

“General?”

“Mr. President, what did you ask President Zelensky to do about the Bidens?”

“Ask the President of Finland a question.”

“You haven’t answered my previous–”

“I gave you the most beautiful answer, very long, and you’re being the rudest person in the entire world to our guest. Ask him a question.”

“Okay. President Niinistö, today the WTO–

“Huge win for the United States. Been a long time since we won, but now we’re winning again. WTO is scared of me. Scared. Of. Me. And that’s a very good thing, because for years, the WTO has been screwing us. Screw. Ing. Us. But now it’s Trump time, and we’re winning so hard. So hard.”

CAR HORN NOISE

“That’s the kid with the KFC. In conclusion, CNN are all traitors to America, and the word-for-word was perfect.”

THICKHEADED PANT-LOAD LEAVING THE PRESS ROOM NOISE

CONFUSED FINN NOISE

“What was I just a part of?”

A Partial Transcript Of Donald Trump’s Border Security Meeting

(Read this first so you know I’m not making this bullshit up.)

“Everyone come in, everyone make themselves the most comfortable they’ve ever been. Oval Office! Probably the best office in the world. The one I have in Trump Tower is a magnificent office, but this one might be better. Might be better. Of course, I had to re-decorate. The drapes were all me. Melania consulted on the rug, but I picked out the drapes. If I was gay, I’d be a great interior decorator. Not gay, though. Okay, where’s General Kelly?”

“He quit months ago, sir.”

“General? Where’s my General?”

“He’s not in your phone, Mr. President. Stop looking there.”

“General?”

“He’ll be here. Kirstjen, you are doing a terrible job on the border, just the worst job anyone has ever seen, and many people have told me this. My very good friend Sly Stallone called the other day, and about most things he was very, very complimentary, but not the border. Then he said Yo, Mr. President. You know, like he said to Adrian.”

“Mr, Stallone’s input notwithstanding, sir, we are making progress at the border.”

“He usually fought a black, but in one of them, he fought a Russian. Better he should fight the black. More money fighting blacks.”

“Applications for migrant status is down by ten percent.”

“Applications? We’re wasting paper on these animals now? And you know they’re all stealing the pens. Do we provide clipboards, too? Tell me that, Miss Homeland Security: are we handing out clipboards at the border? They will take the clipboards, and they will turn the clips into knives. These people are knife-people! You’re killing me!”

“The applications are done on computers, sir.”

“Lou Dobbs is right about you.”

“I have no idea how to respond to that.”

“We’re gonna nuke the border.”

“What now?”

“I have that power as President. Many people don’t know that, but I have enormous power to nuke whatever the hell I want. All the way across the border, we’re gonna nuke. We warn first, but we’re gonna nuke. We’re only warn in English, though.”

“Mr. President, maybe this decision needs to be thought through.”

“The American people, the real ones, they didn’t elect me to think. They elected me to know.”

“Okay.”

“And I know we should nuke the border. It’s so easy. No one realizes this, but it’s so easy. I figured this out, and we can do it so easy, it’ll be so beautiful that the entire world will be standing and cheering. We’re gonna nuke, whole border, all the way. Texas and Nevada and wherever, straight line. Leaves a huge ditch, maybe even bigger than the Grand Canyon. A lot of people agree with me that it’ll be bigger than the Grand Canyon. And we’re gonna do lava.”

“Lava?”

“We’re gonna fill Trump Canyon with lava.”

“You’ve already named it.”

“Oh, yeah. Trump Canyon. And we’re gonna get the hottest lava available. A lot of countries have sub-standard lava, honey. Japan has weak lava. It wouldn’t even singe you. Our lava’s gonna be great, can’t swim through it at all. Most of those people can’t swim in the first place, but we’re still gonna do the lava.”

“I just don’t know if any of this is physically possible, Mr. President.”

“Lou Dobbs says it’s a go.”

“Again, sir, notwithstanding. The logistics alone would take several months, if not years, to work out.”

“What’s to work out? We nuke, then the lava, and put in the chimps. Easy!”

“Chimps?”

“Face first! First thing a chimp goes for is your face. Then your balls. Face, then balls. Chimps go for the soft bits. Nasty, nasty creatures. Kinda remind me of Roy Cohn. Anyway, the chimps go in the lava and pick off any Mexicans that make it that far.”

“Wouldn’t the chimps burn to death?”

“Lavasuits!”

“What?”

“The chimps wear lavasuits. Sweetie, this is so easy. I don’t know why you’re having trouble with any of this.”

“I just don’t know if ‘lavasuits’ are a real…dear God, am I really having this conversation in the Oval Office?”

“No one has a better office. I saw What’s-his-face’s office in Saudi Arabia, the kid, the one who had the other guy killed, whatever-his-name-is. You’ve never seen anything like this. Falcons! They all got the hoods on, they’re majestic, the whole thing, falcons, amazing. Not tall. The head Arab, the one I talked to, we got along so wonderfully. Great office. Falcons.”

“Sir?”

“Tariffs.”

“What?”

“We can do a tariff. We tariff the border.”

“Well, first of all: I’m the Homeland Security Director, and so I don’t have anything at all to do with tariffs; and, second: you can’t tariff a border, sir.”

“Ebola. Let’s do an Ebola. You approach the border from the Southern side, and you get Ebola. Bing bang bola. Not gonna lie, that was Stephen Miller’s idea. I love my Stevie. Stevie, tell Kirstjen your other idea for the border.”

“Immense machines of pain. Built to trample and rend. Imbued with the mind of the Sheltered One. My spells are nearly complete, but I need $6 trillion.”

“I love my Stevie. Kirstjen, sugardrop, is that in the budget?”

“No, sir.”

“I ran on the border! This is how I beat the very corrupt Crooked Hillary, who was so corrupt. Rudy Giuliani told me that Chelsea Clinton punched a cop in Budapest, but you never hear about that in the very biased media. I am maybe the most perfect President in the history of the country, but you’d never know it from the media, which is very biased. We have to close off the border, because if you don’t have a border, then you don’t have a country. This is my thing, the border. Purge?”

“I’m sorry, purge?”

“We do a Purge. The whole border. All of it gets a Purge.”

“Are you talking about the movies where all laws are suspended for one night each year?”

“Yeah. But for good. Permanent Purge. And then you let the Second Amendment types take care of the problem. Everyone’s happy, very easy. I’m gonna do a Purge.”

“Sir, you do not have the authority to declare an area of the United States law-free.”

“Obama made murder legal in Chicago.”

“I have to push back on that, sir. He did not.”

“Are you calling Lou Dobbs a liar?”

“Isn’t it time for lunch?”

“That’s the first smart thing you’ve said in this meeting.”

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