The country of Freedonia is in the middle of a financial crisis and on the brink of revolution. In order to gain a bail-out from the wealthy Mrs. Teasdale, the government appoints Rufus T Firefly as its president. However, Mr. Firefly shuns the pomp and pretentiousness of government; along with the prudence and rationality of it too. Meanwhile, the neighboring country of Sylvania is plotting to overthrow Freedonia and sends Pinky and Chicolini to spy on Firefly. War seems inevitable. (“Duck Soup”-1933 starring the Marx Brothers)
On Wednesday, January 2, 2019, a guy hacked into office, sat, surrounded by a bunch of bizarre men and women, featured as a centerpiece in the middle of this long table was a poster announcing that sanctions were coming (a reminder about the change in US policy toward Iran) with a picture of a humanoid, devoid of any real character traits, except an anus opening for a mouth, a very burnt orange skin covering, slits so tightly woven together, as eyes, and drops of white, either fairy dust or radiation poisoning under his eyes as to less dramatize the bags hanging low and thick. The room was located in the White House or better yet, Mar-A-Lago north, the bodies of men and women praying at the altar were the second and some third string of Cabinet members, of President Putin’s puppet administration, with a Russian KROMPOMAT ('Kompromat' is a Russian portmanteau of 'komprometiruyushchiy', “compromising,” and 'material', “material." Kompromat refers to materials collected specifically for the purpose of blackmailing the target.)
A known liar, dishonest not only in writing his resume, but in denying his own conclusions that no matter what Trump is innocent, even if Trump actually followe3d though on his stance that he could shoot someone in Times Square and get away with it, Mathew G Whitaker, begin the session by first kissing the ring, then moving toward the genital areas of the KROMPOMAT, by salivating and oozing with syrupy stringy bull shit, and in the most pandering voice to date, pontificating at this man Trump, gave up his Christmas, his religious obligations of being with family and friends to stay in the White House hoping to keep the government open. Mr. I will kiss orange ass anytime I need to, Whitaker, forgot to mention that a few weeks earlier, sitting with his hands folded across his chest (always a give-a-way mannerism of insecurity and insincerity), using the anal like opening of his lips, Trump bragged about how he, and only he would take the heat of closing the government…and you know keeping 800,000 Americans from getting paid, or denying food assistance to millions of more Americans, or cutting back on valued medical research…But Trump needs the feed of reality TV, and Trumps needs the love of his fellow FOX viewers who think, along with almost every single Pay to Pray Evangelical hypocrite spiritual leader (I suppose there is some spirit in worshiping the Devil), so this farce, similar to the Marx Brothers movie “Duck Soup”, happened in real time, and has now become one more “pox on your house” moment for American history.
It is Thursday, January 3, 2019. Show and tell happened again, in the White House Press Briefing Room, and again surrounded by “I was just following orders, soldiers of fire and brimstone, Trump, with his alien-like hand gestures as if his shoulders were disconnected from his wide frame, never looking anyone in the eye (he is afraid that his lies will be discovered thus burning out his own eyeballs) insisted that he, Trump, has received GREAT, NO, BETTER THAN GREAT reviews for being a fool, a bigot, a racist and oh yeah a KROMPROMAT! Another day and Trump remains as dangerous as ever!
