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A Partial Transcript Of The Nevada Democratic Debate, 2/19/20

“Good evening, America, and welcome back to the 197th in an infinite series of Democratic Debates. My name is Lester Holt, and your mom probably has a crush on me. Tonight, we are in Las Vegas, Nevada on the cusp of the nation’s third primary. Andrew Yang has dropped out, but we do have a new face behind the podium, former Mayor of New York City, Michael Bloomberg.”

“Lester, I’ll give you half-a-million dollars to make everyone else’s questions harder.”

“Stop that. I do want to add that we apologize for the late start. The DNC gave all the candidates the wrong address. Tough to overstate how incompetent the national Democrats are, folks. Anyway, let’s start off with Senator Bernie Sanders.”

“I marched for your people, Lester.”

“You’ve mentioned it before. Senator, you are 80 years old and recently had a heart attack. Will you be providing the public with any more details about your health?”

“Health is good. Listen, listen, don’t worry about my heart. Very solid in there. No crust, no gunk, real strong. The people don’t need to see any of my medical records. What the people need is to join a worker’s collective.”

“Yes, but you can understand why there are concerns about your health?”

“I have to say that this line of questioning is racist.”

“What now?”

“Like when everyone noodged Obama about his birth certificate. This is just like that. Asking to see any sort of documentation is racist.”

“I don’t think it is.”

“Lester, I wanna talk about Medicare For All.”

“Fine. How are you going to pay for it?”

“Except that part. I wanna talk about all the aspects of Medicare For All except that part. Did you know that, with my plan, all illegal immigrants receive free root canals?”

“Really?”

“Yes. Trump wants to build a wall, I want to give out dental bridges.”

“Interesting. We now go to the Senator from Massachusetts, Elizabeth Warren.”

“Lester, let me interrupt you to say that Mike Bloomberg is the fucking devil. I’m not gonna sugar-coat it. Me and my staff, we whipped up a dozen clever lines about what a sleazy, greedy, racist, autocratic putz he is, but I’m calling an audible and just saying it plainly. He’s the motherfucking devil.”

“Okay.”

“THE DEVIL!”

“You all right, Senator Warren?”

“I’ve lost whatever sense of humor I had coming into this. I don’t mind losing to a commie, but not to Wall Street Smurf.”

“Understood. Next question is for Pete Buttigieg, mayor of South Bend, Illinois.”

“Indiana, Lester.”

“Same shit, different highway. Mayor Pete, all the other candidates in the race support some variation of universal health care, whereas you keep using the phrase Medicare for those who want it. What is the difference?”

“Mine sounds much better. You have to admit that.”

“I don’t. Would your plan eliminate private health insurance?”

“Oh, God, no. Think of the jobs. People’s health is one thing, but it’s not as important as the economy’s health.”

“Uh-huh.”

“What Senator Sanders and Warren is proposing would basically set America on fire. Y’know what? Not ‘basically.’ Literally. Remember what happened to Australia last month? That. The whole country would literally be on fire if socialists are allowed to interfere with an insurance company’s right to insert itself in between you and your doctor.”

“I don’t know if that’s a right.”

“Which one of us was a Rhodes Scholar?”

“You.”

“There ya go. Also, I heard that Bernie Sanders is only staying alive via transfusions of intern blood.”

“This is not true! This is not a true statement! I do not require such procedures!”

“Pete! Bernie! Knock it off! I am now going to speak with the Senator from Minnesota, Amy Klobuchar. Amy, you’re still here.”

“I resent your tone, Lester.”

“It’s just sweet how you’re not letting your lack of charisma hold you back.”

“Every time you say a mean thing, I beat another staff member tonight. So that’s all on your head, Les.”

“Senator, who is the President of Mexico?”

“No clue.”

“How about the Prime Minister of Canada?”

“The hunky dumb one.”

“What about Italy?”

“God only knows who’s in charge over there.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that one. Would you like to tell Mike Bloomberg to go fuck himself?”

“I would.”

“Go ahead.”

“Go fuck yourself, Mike.”

“Great. Mayor Bloomberg, hello.”

“Hello, Lester. Have you been frisked?”

“No.”

“I’d prefer if you were. Just for my own safety.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’ll give you a million dollars to let Biden frisk you.”

“Oh, wow. I totally forgot Joe Biden was here.”

“Has he fallen asleep?”

“Apparently. Mayor Bloomberg, you’ve come into the race recently and been spending a lot of money.”

“I have so much.”

“Yes. Will you release your tax returns?”

“Oh, they’re boring. No one wants to see them.”

“I believe they do.”

“Nah. What people want is for Robert Downey, Jr. to play Iron Man again. Elect me president, and I’ll pay Robert Downey, Jr. to come back as Iron Man.”

“He’s aged out of the role..”

“Nah, they’ll shmear the computer stuff on his face like in the Scorsese movie. And I’ll have him fight Batman.”

“Those are two entirely different companies, Mayor.”

“I’ll buy them both. They’ll fight.”

“Lester! Lester!”

“Yes, Senator Warren?”

“He’s THE FUCKING DEVIL.”

“You’ve mentioned.”

“Lester, I want to conclude my statement.”

“Go ahead, Mayor Bloomberg.”

“I will give every American citizen $100 to vote for me. In cash. Straight cash, homie, as your people say. I could do it and still have $20 billion left over.”

“Oh, God, you actually could.”

“BECAUSE HE’S THE FUCKING DEVIL!”

“Settle down, Liz! We’re going to a commercial. Someone wake up Biden.”

A Partial Transcript Of The Democratic LGBTQ Forum

“Good evening, Iowa, and welcome to the first major Presidential forum devoted to LGBTQ issues. Our sponsors tonight are the Cedar Rapids Gazette, GLAAD, and Season Nine of RuPaul’s Drag Race All-Stars, available on DVD October 7th. I am your host, Lyz Lenz.”

WHITE PEOPLE APPLAUDING PROGRESSIVELY NOISE

“The first candidate we’ll be speaking to is the former Vice-President, Joe Biden.”

“Heya, Lez.”

“Lyz.”

“Good for you, honey.”

“Mr. Vice-President, some have–”

“Lemme interrupt you right there, sugar. No one has ever been a better friend to the homosexual, or lady homosexual, or whatever the other letters stand for, than Joe Biden. I considered it, actually. Back in college. Almost went sweet, but then my friend Corn Pop talked me out of it. He said I’d lose respect in the black community. The blacks are not big fans of the gays, at least they weren’t back then. Maybe things have changed.”

“May I continue?”

“Sure. You’re doing a great job.”

“Sir, your record on gay rights is a bit back-and-forth. As a Senator, you voted for the Defense of Marriage Act which defined marriage as being between a man and a woman.”

“Hey, that was 1996. In 1996, it was still illegal for men to wear capri pants.”

“Not true.”

“The times have changed, and so have I, even though I’ve always been supportive of the LMNOP community and don’t need to change.”

“What?”

“I got another story for you. 1954. Me and my dad were in downtown Wilmington. We used to head into town every week to press our faces up against the window of Hirsch’s Appliances and watch I Love Lucy. One night–I think it was the episode where Lucy and Ethel work at the chocolate factory–we see two fellas on the sidewalk going at it. They’re going at it hard, being incredibly homosexual, you know what I mean, and I ask my dad Pop, what’s going on? And he told me all about it. Topping, and bottoming, and all that. My dad really taught me about life.”

“Can we get back to the Defense of Marriage Act vote?”

“Why are we talking about that when we could be talking about when I beat President Obama to the punch on gay marriage? I’d like to bash the former President for a while.”

“For God’s sake why?”

“No idea! Every single one of my advisors tells me not to do it! But I keep on talking trash about the man. World’s a wild place, sweetheart.”

“Mr. Vice-President–”

“You should smile more.”

“–the current Vice-President, Mike Pence, signed a bill when he was Governor of Indiana outlawing gay marriage, and has consistently taken positions detrimental to the LGTBQ community, yet you recently referred to his as a ‘decent guy.'”

POLITE YET FIRM BOOING NOISE

“Well, what should I have called him?”

“I don’t know. Maybe not ‘a decent guy.'”

“Listen, little lady: Joe Biden was brought up right by Big Joe Biden. I don’t go sniping people behind their backs, unless it’s President Obama. Christ, he killed a lot of foreigners. In my office, we called him the Drone Ranger.”

“That’s great, Mr. Vice-President. We are out of time and I’m going to move on to our next participant.”

JOE BIDEN WINKING NOISE

“We now come to the senior Senator from Massachusetts, Elizabeth Warren. Senator, thank you for coming.”

“Thank you, Lyz. I would like to open my remarks tonight with a reminder that 18 transgender women of color have been murdered this year alone, and in their honor I will now sing Bette Midler’s The Rose.’

LIZ WARREN SINGING THE ROSE NOISE

“Beat that, bitches. I’ll be out back taking selfies.”

MIC DROPPING NOISE

“Wow, that’s gonna be a tough act to follow. I simply don’t know how anyone, anyone at all, could be a stronger ally to the LGBTQ community than that woman. Our next candidate is Mayor Pete Buttigieg.”

“Hi.”

“Mayor Pete, you are the only homosexual in the race–

CORY BOOKER NOT MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH ANYONE NOISE

“–but some have accused you of not being gay enough. How do you answer that?”

“I have no idea how to answer that. I came out in college. I am married to another dude. I was in the Navy, for Christ’s sake. I literally couldn’t get any gayer.”

“And what do you say to the people who claim you’re too gay?”

“I also do not know how to answer that.”

“Finally, there is a contingent of voters that think your level of gayness is just right. Any words for them?”

“Thank you?”

“LYZ! LYZ! STOP OPPRESSING MY RIGHT TO FREE SPEECH!”

“Stop yelling, Andrew Yang! You’ll have your turn.”

“Lyz, I will give $500 to anyone in this audience who has an egg on them.”

“Stop that!”

“$700 if it’s a gay egg.”

“Stop it! My questions are now for the writer, spiritualist, and living meme Marianne Williamson. Hello, Ms. Williamson.”

“Namaste.”

“You have been quoted as saying that AIDS could be cured using the power of positive thinking.”

“Lyz, that’s just not true. It’s a vicious smear from the left, or the right, or whoever cares enough to oppose me. Quite frankly, my team doesn’t have that kind of information. Maybe it’s the Archons of Abbadon. But I never said any such thing.”

“No?”

“No, I said reiki could cure AIDS.”

“Is that any different?”

“Oh, sure. You need to take a class to do reiki. It’s a whole science. I also believe that doing hot yoga can keep you from getting HIV in the first place.”

“That is not backed up by any science.”

“Lyz, let’s settle this on the astral plane. Project your aura up there. We’ll wrestle.”

“I think we’re gonna take a short break.”

“Lightning bolt! Lightning bolt!”

“Oh, knock it off.”

The Democratic Field: A Guide For The Perplexed

There are now officially 2.33 Wu-Tang Clans-worth of Democrats running for President. Look at the person on your left, and now the one on your right: both of them are running for President, and so are you. Every American not currently wearing a MAGA cap has thrown their hats into the Democratic primaries.

Stop it.

There’s too many of ’em, man! Game over!

Aw, now I’m sad thinking about Bill Paxton. You ruin everything.

May I continue?

May? Yes, you may. I wish you wouldn’t, but I can’t stop you.

Thank you. To get you, the American Enthusiast, all pepped up for what will surely be an enlightening and high-minded campaign that centers on issues, and not personalities, TotD now presents: A Guide for the Perplexed: Democratic Primaries Edition. It will be in alphabetical order because the Atlantic article I’m cribbing all my facts from is in alphabetical order, so it’s easier that way.*

David Michael Bennet Senator from Colorado. Never seen a toad in real life. He’s been places with lots of toads, but they just seem to disappear when he steps outside. Why is that, Father? his daughter asked when she was a child. Why do the toads shun you? For years, he apologized for striking her. But she couldn’t know. No one could know. Not about his deal with the Toad King. Probably real liberal about weed.

Joe Biden Ex-Senator from Delaware, which shouldn’t exist, but the banks need a state to have tax orgies in. It’s a scam with a flag, like having the Cayman Islands be attached to Maryland. Joe is not from Delaware, not originally. He is from Scranton, Pennsylvania, which The Office made fun of as boring, but used to be utterly wretched: coal mines, and poverty, and a near-constant fistcuffery. Joe will tell you all of this while looking you in the eye, maybe grabbing your tit. He will tell you about his father, and how hard the man worked, when he meets you in a diner. You were sitting there, not bothering anyone, eating your meatloaf–they do a good meatloaf here–and now here’s this goon eyefucking you while babbling about his dead father. Hey man, you think, we all got dead dads. Lemme get back to my ‘loaf. But he won’t. Now he’s onto some shit about civilizing discourses and doing the things the right way and you can smell your gravy going cold. Congealing is a chemical reaction; it produces an aroma; this is a fact. You’ve argued about this with Cristianna before. She won’t listen to reason. She’s the best mom in the world, but the woman knows fuck-all about gravy, and she won’t admit it. That’s the annoying part. That she won’t just give up when she’s provably wrong. You demonstrated the congealation. Whipped up some gravy in the kitchen. Head her watch. More importantly, had her smell. And the bitch REFUSED to acknowledge what was plain to anyone, anyone in the world, and now you are eating meatloaf in a typical American diner, being typical, being American, and Uncle Yippy is going to insinuate his way into your meatloaf–the highlight of your day since Cristianna ate the children, which you also disagreed with her about–and now you’re pissing on Joe Biden, mightily. The Secret Service get you, but not before you get him. You pissed all over that big fucker. Good for you.

Seth Moulton I have never heard of this person. Apparently, he is a Harvard-educated former Navy Seal who has served three terms in the House for Massachusetts. Impressive resume, but his name is Seth and therefore he cannot be President of the United States. Our enemies would think us weak if we elected a “Seth.” No go.

Eric Swalwell A “swalwell” is a English term that might date back to Brythonic language; it means “to gnash the peasants.”

Mike Gravel Mike Gravel is your pick, Enthusiasts. He’s 88 and ran out of fucks last century; the Twin Towers were still up when Senator Gravel saw his final fuck float away. Plus, he wants to end all military activity, send all the teens to college, and pay for your splenectomies. And abolish the Electoral College. And break up the big tech companies. And he doesn’t want to be President; he’s just letting some idealistic young punks run his campaign for him. Mike Gravel is the Grateful Deadest candidate.

Tim Ryan Wasn’t he the Speaker of the House? I do not know who this creature is, and he has a hatefully boring name. If your name is something as dreary as “Tim Ryan,” you owe it to the world to acquire a cool nickname. You should be Timbledon, Tim. Hop to it.

Kristen Gillebrand No. it’s Kirstin Gilliband. You have no idea, and neither do I. She is the Senator from New York who isn’t straight out of a Phillip Roth novel. NOTE: lady.

Beto O’Rourke Fuckable. Good at the talky-talk. Thoroughly underqualified. Stupid first name and Irish last name. We would never elect a man like that.

John Hickenlooper This guy is Colorado’s Jerry Brown, basically. All the positions you’d imagine he holds, he holds. Except for the thing where he wants to nuke Spain, and that he would do it immediately upon taking office. Like, he wouldn’t even give a speech; just say the oath and grab for the football so those Catalonian fucks get what’s coming to them.

Jay Inslee Made up. Not a real person.

Bernie Sanders Fuck Commie Grandpa.

Amy Klobuchar I try to never refer to Schrödinger and his theorem, as it’s such a cliche, but the man’s insight does come to mind when one contemplates Donald Trump as this moment (5/3/19): he is both The Most Beatable Incumbent In History or Allfather Trump, (PBUH). None of the candidates have, so far, used the slogan The Dummy is Costing you Money. They should go with that.

Elizabeth Warren Basketball Head would have her for lunch. She would sit there on the table getting cold next to a pile of Wendy’s chicken sandwiches, and some poor college athletes would have to eat her. The athletes were given much direction by the Athletic Director before they entered the White House. Plus, the Pocahontas deal. Not the name itself, which Turnip is a piece of shit for promulgating, but how she handled it. A DNA test? You introduced facts into a fight with Donald Trump? BUSH LEAGUE. Stay in the Senate.

Kamala Harris His head would explode. His giant, spherical, peach-colored head would explode. She wouldn’t even have to do anything, just be a black lady around him.

Pete Buttigieg Homosexuals can’t be President; it’s in the Bible. The fact is also the basis of several Dukes of Hazard episodes which don’t get included in the DVD compilations.

Julian Castro Julian Castro has been the next big star of the Democratic Party for 40 or 50 years now. And he’s a twin. Twins can’t be President, either. That’s not in the Bible, but it should be.

John Delaney Before your mom met your dad, she fucked a lot of dudes. And before your dad met your mom, he fucked a lot of dudes, too.

Tulsi Gabbard That was childish, the last one. You’re right. Fuck Tulsa Gobbler. Hawaii’s shouldn’t be a state, either. Delaware, Hawaii, Rhode Island: done. The Dakotas should be combined, as should Wisconsin/Michigan, Illinois/Indiana, and Alabama/Mississippi. Arkansas should be given to the Chinese as a gift of friendship. (The Chinese are killing us, folks. Just killing us. Belt and Road? Very bad for round-eye.)

Andrew Yang Reddit loves this guy, so fuck this guy. No memes. I want the next President to be young, but not young enough that their memery is any good.

Marianne Williamson She is an inspirational speaker. I never get inspired by inspirational speakers. I always picture them alone in their hotel rooms after their speeches.

Cory Booker Homosexuals can’t be President; it’s in the Bible.

Steve Bullock Ah, shit, y’all: Deadwood trailer.

A very quick deployment of Google-Fu does not reveal whether Steve Bullock, current Governor of Montana, is related to Seth Bullock, former Sheriff of Deadwood.

Wayne Messam Admit that you don’t know whether or not I made this guy up. Admit that you had to look him up. And, hey: it’s not like I blame you, but don’t get up on your high horse. Also: stop getting your horse high. Mickey used to do that shit, and it’s not right.

Bill DeBlasio Mayor of New York City is a better job than President of the United States, at least if you’re a politician.

 

 

*Apparently, it is not in alphabetical order. You live, you learn.

Tanned, Rested, And Reddish

Oh, for fuck’s sake. What are you doing here, Senator Warren?

“How.”

Fuck.

“Me big-um chief Massachusetts tribe. Me bring much wampum to honor the Great Duck.”

The Great Duck?

“Him have powerful magic.”

Okay, knock this shit off.

“I’m embracing my Cherokee heritage. Would you care for some maize?”

No.

“That’s what my people call ‘corn.'”

I know, and this has to stop.

“Yes, it does have to stop. That’s why I released the results of my DNA test today. To prove that I’m actually Cherokee.”

THAT DOESN’T MATTER, DUMMY!

“Don’t yell at me. Do you want to smoke a peace pipe?”

GODDAMNED DEMOCRATS! Every last one of you is as useless as dollars in the desert! The facts don’t matter here! Do you think the nimrods that have been chanting ‘Pocahontas’ at you since Basketball Head started that racist bullshit care about the facts!? These are people who voted for Donald Trump! Your fucking SCIENCE isn’t gonna sway ’em!

“Your words are foolish, young brave. I walk with the spirits of–”

THUNK

“–the ancestors and…an arrow?”

“Ha! Dead in the sternum. Always was a crack shot.”

Dammit, President Nixon. You can’t bow-hunt Senators.

“I couldn’t handle the amateurishness of the woman. Never explain, you understand? Once they have you explaining, then they have you by the balls. These are, uh, metaphoric balls, of course.”

Sure.

“I was, uh, not implying that Senator Warren possesses testicles.”

No, sir.

“Although there’s an awful lot of that going around. Especially in Massachusetts. This is the Irish influence, of course. The night does something to those people. People blame the drink, but that’s a symptom. Darkness. The Irish fear the night.”

I guess?

“Never explain! Then you’re playing their game. Change the game by attacking. You must counter, never defend. Go after his finances. Accuse him of being jealous of Indians, because their casinos don’t go bankrupt. One learns this during childhood. This is basic.”

I agree, sir.

“And this is what the Democrats have to offer in 2020? My God. It will be a bloodbath. There’s only one option to free the country from the degenerate’s tiny paws.”

And that is?

“Nixon will run as a Democrat.”

Sir, that’s absurd.

“Look at Nixon’s policies. Gun control. Universal health care. Disastrous foreign wars. If anything, I would have to swing to the right. It’s settled, yes. Nixon’s the one. Bring me the Time Sheath.”

No, sir.

“You’ll regret this, boy. I’ll get it some other way.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Bring The Boys Back Home

“None of these boys know how to properly fight a Rando War.”

Dammit.

“Coach Wooden taught me everything I know about Rando Wars.”

Which is what?

“Number one: try not to touch the randos.”

Good rule.

“Number two: watch your wallet; some randos are actually pickpockets in disguise.”

Smart.

“And I’m especially susceptible to pickpockets. My eyes are 22 feet away from my pockets.”

You’re Comey-sized.

“Number three: hands up on defense.”

Bill Walton, I have a question.

“Shoot.”

Was there a situation for which Coach Wooden didn’t say to put your hands up on defense?

“Driving.”

Okay.

“Hands at ten at two. Coach was a stickler. Sometimes, he would hide in the backseats of our cars to make sure we were doing it right. Used to scare the bejeezus out of me.”

“Can anyone get in on Rando War?”

Who is that?

No, Andy Cohen from Bravo, you cannot be a part of Rando War.

“But, I have a rando.”

You’re not a Grateful Dead.

“Neither is Walton.”

Walton has two championship rings.

“I have tons of rings.”

Andy, you’re out. Not happening. I let you in Rando War, and every loose screw and nutjob out there is gonna want in.

“Bullshit. I want in. And when Andy Cohen wants something, just watch what happens.”

I see what you did there.

“I’m quick on my feet.”

“I have a rando! Are we doing Rando War?”

Okay, first of all, Amir Bar-Lev: you cannot participate in Rando War. Second: that is not a rando. That’s Greg Gumbel.

“This is anti-Semitism.”

How!? Andy Cohen’s not allowed in, either!

“And homophobia.”

You stop accusing me of things, dammit.

“I’ll make you a deal.”

This is not a negotiation.

“12-hour long Director’s Cut.”

Don’t you lie to me, Amir Bar-Lev.

“Three hours is the Englishtown show.”

There is no Director’s Cut. There’s just wackadoos and speculists making shit up on the internet.

“If you say so.”

“The Senator from Minnesota rises to enter Rando War.”

Oh, no.

Again: not a rando. That’s a Senator.

“How many Senators could you pick out of a lineup?”

I could pick Elizabeth Warren out, Al.

“Senator Franken.”

Your lapels are too narrow.

“I want in Rando War, and I’m prepared to shut down the government or do my Mick Jagger impression until it happens.”

I truly hate this bit.

“It’s not as bad as the one with the Burning Man girls and then the picture of the weird guy.”

True. That one’s dreadful.

“Wanna talk Althea?’

No.