Political Satire
I wish this was funny, I really do. Personally, I imagine there aren’t all that many of you who can laugh at this anymore. If you can, then I suppose you’ll miss the entire point to this article.
America has some amazing minds. Unfortunately, not one of them has found its way into the current administration. Not even by transplant. To date, we have watched as total incompetents, arrogant fools, sycophants and self-possessed narcissists have successively taken the stage and performed the Hokey Pokey to the satisfaction of the Inept in Chief.
From firing air traffic controllers, laying off those who look after the nuclear stockpile, those who protect America from viruses and, oh yes, brain worms, which are apparently so widespread that at least one, possible half a dozen or so, suffer from them.
Outbreaks of communicable diseases will become common as those in power believe that science is something you avoided in high school in favour of cheerleading or fondling your boyfriend under the bleachers. In any event, zoonotic viruses are on the increase. It appears that some of the cabinet are bringing their dead pet cetaceans into the Oval Office for show and tell. Although it’s possible that it was just lunch.
Oh well, flipper Kennedy is somewhat a different kettle of mammalian blubber in any event, of a slightly different type than that found hanging in slabs on McDonald’s model, Magaman. Meanwhile, Ketamine Boy Wonder in his brief moments of lucidity is looking under office furniture at the AG’s offices, Department of Education, Defence and any other truly essential departments in what should be a rational administration, in order to play his variation of hide and seek. “Tell me five things you did last week that I, Ketamine Boy thinks is of make America great enough consequence. to making me rich, or I’ll fire all of you.”
Most importantly Magaman has taken to inviting dignitaries and the leaders of other nations fighting for survival, into the Oval Office, so that Repugnicans make fun of his attire, threaten him for not lying prostrate on the floor in deference, or clearly begging loudly, for assistance.
“Hey! You’re not thankful enough. Go home, get a suit, avoid the bombs that my bro Putin is sending you. When you are contrite enough to accept my extortion, you can return, cap in hand, wearing a fucking suit!”
Impressive America. Truly impressive.
Maybe next week maybe Ketamine Boy Hate D. Vance can invite Putin over for coffee and dainties in order to talk the finer points of splitting the mineral wealth of Ukraine, and how much fun it is to abuse pets.
Oh happy days. Break out the good vodka and caviar, and we’ll all do the Kalinin and Bear dance together. As you can see from his photo, above, Magaman is practicing.
“Maybe we can sell Puerto Rico to Canada, for a trade with Alberta. What do you think?”
You’re not bringing your best America. And you’re sure as hell not electing your best.
NYET, by a long shot.
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