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Obama’s Executive Order of the Day

Thursday, December 18, 2014 12:30 pm

Obama made the following proclamation from the green of the 13th hole this morning:

This nation has experienced a severe trauma. I and everyone I know are still reeling from the one-two sucker punch of the Wilson and Garner affairs. I know that I am strong enough to carry on, but I fear that most of the nation is too distraught to make good, wise decisions. Even the elite students at such esteemed universities as Columbia and Harvard are too overwhelmed by the outcomes to carry on with their studies and must have their finals delayed. And this is just schoolwork. What of those of us who must cope with the realities of real life? As I said, I am strong enough to cope, but most I know are not. As chief executive, I feel that it is my duty to ensure that no one makes decisions regarding the future of this great nation if they are not mentally and emotionally whole. We do not want the course of this nation to be altered unnecessarily by these tragedies. We have learned from history how emotions and anger can lead us into unwise paths such as the Iraq and Afghan wars. I cannot allow such wanton decisions to occur in the future. Consequently, by executive order I am hereby delaying all congressional sessions until such time as I feel the Senators and Representatives are of sound mind and body. All future federal elections will be postponed until I deem the American people sufficiently healed from these events to make a wise decision regarding who would be fit to replace me. I will humbly serve as head of the legislative and executive branches until it becomes clear to me that my sacrifice is no longer necessary, no matter how long it may take. So let it be written. So let it be done.

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Once Again Congress Pulled a Boehner

Friday, December 12, 2014 11:45 am

For those of you who think the passage of the Cromnibus Spending Bill is a stab in the back, you probably don’t know the half of it. The enormous bill has lots of other infuriating little goodies tucked away in it. Here are some of the other things hidden in the Cromnibus Bill:

  • For census purposes, Republicans now only count as 2/3 of a person.
  • The CBO will now be required to perform all their budget calculations using Common Core math techniques. All work must be shown.
  • Not that Kind of Girl will now be required reading in Junior High School English courses.
  • In all federal buildings, Republicans will now enjoy separate but unequal facilities.
  • Just to be safe, all Republicans named Barry will be assumed rapists and sentenced accordingly.
  • Just to be extra safe, within 100 miles of all college campuses, all fraternities will be banned, all Greek restaurants will be banned, all math and science books will be edited to remove all Greek letters, and the study of Greek plays or philosophy is right out.
  • In addition to providing funding to pay social security benefits to illegal immigrants, as a matter of reparation for past abuse, rich white folks will be required to clean their houses and mow their lawns.
  • Republicans will be required to curb their carbon emissions by suffocation.
  • The nearest Republican is required to be Obama’s footstool whenever he wants to reach something from the top shelf.
  • On December 16, 2014, the IRS will officially end its auditing of Tea Party members, and the Tea Party members will be bound and hurled into the Boston harbor.
  • Ted Cruz was given the official position of Federal Court Jester.
  • All black conservatives will be required to wear the scarlet letters “T-O-M.”
  • Mount Rushmore and the entirety of the sacred black hills lands along with all extant improvements and resources will be restored to their rightful tribal owner, Elizabeth Warren.
  • Saul Alinsky is granted the posthumous title of St. Saul.
  • Mandatory sterilization for lowlifes and undesirables, colloquially known as ‘bitter-clingers.’
  • Congressional Republicans officially pre-vote ‘Aye’ in support of all Obama’s executive orders.
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Jon Gruber: Under Oath, Under Schmoath

Wednesday, December 10, 2014 12:45 pm

I’ve been watching the Gruber testimony so you don’t have to.  Here are some of the interesting revalations that have come out:

  • Jon Gruber isn’t his real name. The name on his original birth certificate is Jon Goebbels.
  • Michelle also paid him to lie about the benefits of her school lunch program, and she paid him off in Hostess stock.
  • He originally got involved with designing healthcare plans because he was disappointed that MIT’s plan didn’t cover essential services like Viagara and Columbian prostitutes.
  • Much like the case with Elizabeth Warren, he was originally hired at MIT because he claimed to be 1/32 lesbian on his father’s side. His only proof, which was accepted unquestioningly, was his Indigo Girls collection. He had both band members in near mint condition displayed in his cellar.
  • On the weekends and holidays, he routinely entertains himself by pushing the wheelchair bound elderly off cliffs.  He also likes to dress up as a doctor, sneak into an abortion clinic and see how many procedures he can complete before getting caught.  His buddy Gosnell used to get a kick out of it and let him take home trophies.
  • After viewing Michael Moore’s movie about healthcare, he went to Cuba for some elective surgery. The care there was so exceptional, one can barely see the lobotomy scars or the burn scars on his nipples left by the leads from the car battery.
  • Upon close examination, the model he used to predict lower healthcare costs under Obamacare was the same as the model used to generate the global warming hockey stick, only he turned the output upside down.
  • He finally admitted that his favorite film of all time is Logans’ Run, except the ending ruined it.
  • In addition to being obsessed with healthcare, he is also obsessed with finding the perfect recipe for Soylent Green. The files in his office contained his recipes for Soylent White, Soylent Black, Soylent Yellow, Soylent Red, Soylent Swarthy and Soylent Diverse. A note in the margins indicated that Soylent Diverse was best if it contained no White at all.
  • The UN commissioned him to devise a similar healthcare plan to ‘take care’ of Israel.
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Obama’s Executive Order of the Day

Friday, December 5, 2014 11:45 am

President Obama made the following proclomation from the green on the 11th hole this morning:

After a careful reevaluation of the grand jury transcripts of the Wilson case, I have decided that body cameras for police officers will not go far enough to accurately document what occurs in situations such as this. The evidence presented during the grand jury clearly exonerated Officer Wilson, and I am not sure that a body camera mounted on Officer Wilson would have changed that result. This is clearly not acceptable. Eye witness accounts were discredited merely because they contradicted with all of the known physical evidence.  Doesn’t it just feel wrong that all these voices are disenfrachised merely because they ran afoul of reality?  This is just not right.  I think it is important for the victims to have their video voice heard. Consequently, by executive order I will be mandating that officers not be allowed to wear body cameras at all, since any body cameras on ‘the man’ would be inherently racist and unreliable and recording the events from the white perspective, as we have seen with the grand jury evidence. Instead, all black teens or criminals will be required to wear body cameras at all times. I have already contracted with Industrial Light and Magic to handle the editing of all feeds from these cameras, and Harvey Weinstein, Spike Lee and Aaron Sorkin have kindly agreed to oversee the process to ensure that a truthful narrative will always come forward and the problems encountered in Ferguson will be relegated to our authorized history.

All hail me, and long live the narrative.

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The Benghazi CYA Report

Monday, December 1, 2014 4:15 pm

I’ve gone ahead and read the Benghazi investigation so you don’t have to, and the Executive Summary doesn’t really reflect some interesting findings couched in the body of the report. Here are a few surprises from the report you probably haven’t heard about from the media:

  • The video that caused the spontaneous protest was actually An Inconvenient Truth.
  • The biggest reason the White House/media couldn’t get the proper narrative out was the fact that Ambassador Stevens wasn’t an African American killed by a racist.
  • The primary cause of the intelligence failure was the severe lack of leadership in the administration who possessed any intelligence.
  • Obama mistakenly directed his drone response to Benghazi Road in Auckland New Zealand. He blamed the autofill feature of Google Maps.
  • During the entire duration of the incident, Obama thought he was just participating in his staff’s biweekly Call of Duty tournament. Unless he is lying, he came in eighth place, a personal best.
  • Obama was unable to deal with the situation in real time because he needed a good night’s sleep. He had a 6:30 tee time before his fundraiser.
  • What irked Obama most about the attack was that he had to leave his September 11 party early to deal with it.
  • In a backroom deal, Hillary agreed to receive payola from Morrissey and Johnny Marr each time she said “What difference does it make” during the Congressional hearings.  She would have also received payment for referring to either Obama or Stevens as “The Boy With the Thorn in his Side” or simply saying that “Some Girls are Bigger than Others.”
  • After the third recess during her testimony before the Congressional hearings, Hillary Clinton was capably played by her stunt double, Ginger the trained orangutan.
  • Ambassador Stevens’ requests for additional security were largely ignored because State Department personnel were pretty sure there were no terrorists in Lebanon, New Hampshire named Ben Ghazi.
  • For some reason the report contained a list of names, addresses, social security numbers, bank account numbers and 1040s for all known Tea Party members.
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Things President Obama is Thankful For This Year

Wednesday, November 26, 2014 3:30 pm

President Obama has a lot of things to be thankful for this year.  Here are just a few.

  • He is exempt from ACA.
  • Thanks to the Ferguson riots, he now has a new community to organize.
  • The grim, looming specter of President Biden is still oddly comforting, like a warm, safe security blanket.
  • Thanks to his Hollywood connections, his semi-autobiographical screenplay for The Parent Trap 2* has been green lit.
  • The stupidity of the American journalist.
  • Thanks to the fine print in his executive amnesty, it doesn’t matter anymore that he was born in Kenya.
  • ISIS hasn’t beheaded any African Americans yet, so he didn’t have to fake outrage at them for their racism.
  • Michelle isn’t in charge of the Thanksgiving menu this year.
  • Due to some savvy lawyering, he was permitted to remain alive even though Satan officially took possession of his soul in 2008.
  • His kids don’t have to attend a public school using Common Core.
  • He was told he could be a judge when the War on Women had their bikini carwash fundraiser for the 2016 elections.
  • He’s still popular among African Americans.
  • Frank J has been too busy to mock him for a few weeks.
  • There are plenty of plump, little doggies at the pound.
  • The millions of new Latin citizens are already used to obeying tyrannical dictators posing as Presidents.
  • SCIENCE!**
  • And of course, he is most thankful for President Obama. No matter how bad things seem, just imagine how much worse it would be for him if he were not in charge.

*The twins, played by Lindsay Lohan, meet up in rehab while they are both pregnant and then they work together to reconcile each other to their respective baby-daddies (played by Barack), who happens to be the same man, their pimp/dealer, and who also has no idea there are two of them.

**SCIENCE! is a trademark of the political left and is only recognized as valid if it forwards the progressive agenda. All else is not truly SCIENCE! For further information regarding acceptable SCIENCE! please see

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Thanksgiving at the White House

Monday, November 24, 2014 4:30 pm

(Barack, Lois Lerner, Eric Holder, Joe Biden and Jon Gruber are seated around the table)

Michelle: (enters carrying the turkey) And here is the center of the meal, the roast tofurkey. I remember reading of how my ancestors used to hunt the wild tofurkey in the plains of the Serengeti.

Barack: Ingrid and that fake indian lady aren’t with us this year, so you don’t have to pretend the meal is wild and vegan. Michelle: Oh. Great. Forget that then. This is real turkey. You know the one that Barack pardoned yesterday? This is it.

Barack: The turkeys were all slated to go to the homeless shelter, so I selected the tastiest looking one and pardoned it just for us.

Michelle: Why should the homeless people get the best one? They should be grateful to get anything at all, right?

All: Hear, hear.

Joe: A toast! To those of us that aren’t homeless! (He reaches for his glass of milk and knocks it over on the table)

Michelle: Oh, Joe. I told you you weren’t ready for the big boy glasses yet. This is why you still use the sippy cups. Can you hand me over some napkins, please?

Holder: Hey. These napkins have excerpts from the Constitution on them.

Barack: They aren’t excerpts.

Holder: You mean? No!

Barack: Yes.

Holder: You made napkins from the Constitution?

Barack: Yes.

Holder: The real Constitution?

Barack: Yes! That’s the original, baby. It’s not like we need it anymore.  One more barrier I broke through.

Holder: Let’s see what part I have here. All legislative Powers herein granted shall be vested in a Congress….

Barack: No, no, no. Wait a minute. That’s not right. All of Article I was supposed to be made into toilet paper.

Michelle: Ok, that mess is mopped up now.

Barack: Let’s get started then. I’ll say grace. All hail me. And by executive order, none of this food has any calories. Dig in.

Michelle: We have a tradition. We like to have everyone at the table say something they are thankful for.

Joe: Me first. Me first.

Barack: Ok, Joe. What are you thankful for?

Joe: Um, I don’t know. What was the question again?

Michelle: Why don’t you start Lois?

Joe: No, no, no. I’m ready now. I am thankful for my big brain. I invented something that will make me lots of money. You know fruit leather? Why do they only make it out of fruit? Fruit is all girly. We need fruit leather for men. Here. Try these. There is pork fruit leather and buffalo wing fruit leather and omelet fruit leather.

Barack: Omelets aren’t man food.

Joe: Yes they is.

Barack: No they aren’t.

Joe: It’s my invention, so I get to say. Try them. I made them myself. It is really easy. I just left them under my bed until they got soft and them smashed them with a rolling pin and then dried them on the roof. (eating them) Good, huh?

(Collective retching)

Gruber: I am thankful that I did not put any of that in my mouth yet.

Michelle (trying not to retch): And how about you, Lois. What are you thankful for this year?

Lois: I’m thankful for a really talented IT expert.

Holder: Lois, you just have to give the number of your IT guy. No matter how many times I delete that fast and furious stuff, some brainiac is able to recover everything.

Lois: I’ll e-mail you his contact info.

Holder: No. Don’t e-mail it. No trails.

Lois: No worries. He’s got me covered. He’s brilliant. He’s the same guy that hacked Sheryl Attkinsson’s computer.

Gruber: While we are on the topic of IT, that reminds me. It seems we may have been found out a little bit, and the voters aren’t quite as stupid as we had supposed. I have a way to change that. We just need Lois’s IT guy to hack into eharmony,,,

Joe: is my favorite.

Barack: He is talking about dating sites, Joe.

Joe: I know that. is a good one too if you like furries and stuff. I will hug it and hug it and pet it and pet it and call it George.

Gruber: Geez, you’re as stupid as the voters. And you are getting off topic. I’m not talking about furries…

Holder: We get it. You can’t get a date. No one is stupid enough to go out with you, so you have an algorithm aim all the hotties to your profile. I want in on that action too.

Joe: Me too. George hasn’t moved for days now no matter how much I hug her and pet her.

Gruber: Gads. Am I the only non-stupid person here? This isn’t about getting me dates.

Holder: Oh come on. Do you really expect us to believe that? How long have we all known each other? Decades? Does anyone remember him having a date in that entire time?

(All mumble and shake their heads)

Holder: You really expect us to believe that this isn’t some elaborate scheme just to finally lose your virginity?

Gruber: Gads! How many times do I have to tell you guys I’m not a virgin!

Joe: Farm animals don’t count, you know. The website says so.

Gruber: AAAAAAH! This is not about getting me dates. This is about making more stupid people.

Barack: A girl would have to be pretty stupid to date you. You sure that isn’t really what is going on here? Sounds to me like you are covering something up. Sounds like the lies you told me about MeCare.

Gruber: Ok, just listen to me for a minute, OK, without interrupting me. I read last week that over 1/3 of all marriages last year were the result of online dating websites. People like them. They trust them. We need to control the websites so we can control who meets up and who breeds. We need to breed more stupidity into the American population so we can snow them more easily.

Barack: And get you more dates.

Gruber: No, that has nothing to do with it.

Barack: It’s ok. You can admit it to us. We won’t tell the public about it.

Gruber: No, you can’t tell the public anything about this. You can’t let them know we are breeding them to be sheep.

Joe: Breeding with sheep doesn’t work. I already tried that. No wooly babies.

Gruber: Try and see what I am saying here. We hack into the websites and insert this algorithm I wrote that controls who gets matched up. We use the dating websites so that Republicans and smart people don’t get paired up with anyone. Only Democrats and stupid people get smiles and winks and messages or whatever. We are effectively sterilizing those who oppose us.

Joe: Yea! I get lots of dates now.

Barack: Oh, oh, oh. I see. But I can do you one better. We don’t pair up the smart people and Republicans with nobody. We pair them up with psycho killers. After one date, bam, they’re a statistic, an ex-voter. And we all know who the dead vote for.

Holder: It’ll never work. No one wants to date a psycho killer. When their interests include making a human skin suit from my ex-girlfriends, they’ll never meet up.

Barack: Oh, I hadn’t thought of that. Even Gruber isn’t that desperate.

Gruber: Hey!

Michelle (laughing suddenly): Oh wait. You remember that prank Nancy played on Gruber?

Gruber: We were supposed to never speak of that.

Michelle: No, no, wait. It’s relevant. We have to. She made that fake profile for Ashley Madison with a photo she scanned of that hot blonde that came in her picture frame. And then she used it to flirt with Gruber until he fell in love with her and just had to meet her.

Barack: Oh yeah. I remember that. Gruber even made that little Ashley doll out of playdoh and smooched it when he thought we couldn’t see him.

Gruber: Hey, if the real Ashley kissed half as well as that doll….

Michelle: And then when they arranged to have a real life date, Nancy dropped off that pig with lipstick at the restaurant with the Ashley name tag.

Barack: Ha ha ha ha. We totally need to pull that video after the pie. Your expression was priceless, Gruby. It’s a good thing MeCare covers your mental health issues.

Michelle: Because he sure doesn’t need the birth control coverage.

Joe: Burn!

Michelle: And I can’t believe you tried to take the pig home with you.

Gruber: Shut up, guys. I was gonna slaughter it for bacon.

Barack: And the pig refused to go with you.

Gruber: I said shut up, guys.

Michelle: No means no. But the reason I was bringing this up is we can do the same thing here. We set up fake profiles with hotties and then when date time shows up, send in Hannibal the Cannibal or whoever. Even if they escape from him, they’ll be too traumatized to date again, let alone reproduce. Lois, you gotta get your IT guy in on this.

Lois: I’ll give him a call. I like this plan way better than auditing them anyway. I can torture them for real before I off them. Can you set me up with Ted Cruz first? I like eating Mexican. How long do you figure it will take to get this up and running? And how many do you calculate we can ‘permanently audit’ in the first year.

Gruber: Oh, I don’t know. I can’t do math in my head.

Lois: Here’s a paper and pen.

Gruber: I can’t do math on paper.

Lois: Here, use my laptop.

Gruber: I can’t do math with a computer.

Barack: Who cares? We can make up the numbers later. If they don’t add up, I can executive order them into submission. It’s good to be the king. Football time!

Joe: Can we watch the Redskins? Please. They’re the home team.

Barack: I can’t believe you said that, Joe. You are such a racist. We’re gonna watch the Vikings versus the Cowboys. Hmmmmm. I wonder if I could use an executive order to force the Redskins to change their name. I could get behind calling them the Washington Crackers. No. I’ve got it. The Washington Rednecks. Go get me a pen and some paper Joe. Emperor Obama has a proclamation to write.



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Halloween at the White House – Concluded

Friday, October 31, 2014 12:45 pm

Neil Degrasse Tyson: Of course it is perfectly safe, Joe. Every component of the mix is FDA approved. It’s like what I tell the kids when I lecture at the junior high schools, trust the government. Bureaucrats know science best. If it is over the counter, use it to your heart’s content. It is 100% safe and effective.

Joe: Well, if you say so. You know science.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: Oh my Darwin, what is that hideous smell?

Barack: It smells like sulfur and burning excrement! Marx be praised! Lucifer? Are you back Lucifer?

Joe: Sorry, that’s just me. Michelle’s treats are really working me over. They taste like foot fungus.

Barack: And you should know. You pretty much live with your feet in your mouth.

Al: That is so vile, Joe. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Don’t you ever think about the environment? You know, methane is a worse greenhouse gas than carbon dioxide.

Joe: You can’t expect me to hold it in forever. Not even you can do that, St. Al.

Al: Oh yeah? Why do you think I walk around like I have a stick up my butt?

Joe: Because you really have a…..Oh, that is so gross.

Al: No sacrifice is too big for mother earth. I use a regulation hockey stick for symbolic reasons, but any stick will do.  Come outside with me. I saw some nice branches out there.

Joe: (runs away) No, no, no, no, no. no!

(the door bell rings)

Barack: (Opens the door to see Ingrid Newkirk of PETA once again nude with the flank steak, prime rib, etc. locations drawn on herself) I see once again you have come as Sandra Fluke’s free birth control.

Ingrid: I’m a cow. Marked for the slaughter.

Joe: (runs out the open door) No, no, no, no, no!

Neil Degrasse Tyson: Joe, come back. You haven’t tried the Coke and Pop Rocks yet. Barry, can you get the secret service to drag him back here?

Al: I’d like that too. (brandishing a large, knobby birch branch)

Barack: (speaking into his walkie talkie) Lenny has slain the rabbit. I repeat, Lenny has slain the rabbit. Apprehend.

Ingrid: (brandishing her buckets of red paint) You speak of rabbitcide? Where is this Lenny? I will blood him!

Barack: No, no, no. That is just code talk. It means Joe has run away again. Michelle, can you come here for a moment? Please show Ingrid to your nice vegetarian hors d’oeuvres.

Ingrid: (Lopes over to the food table, leaps atop it, crawls down its length, sniffing, always sniffing) Oh yes. This will do. This will do. (Grabs handfuls of food, dips them in her red paint and gulps them down)

Joe: (two secret service agents drag him back in): No, no, no, no, no!

Barack: Calm down, Joe. We made Al put the stick away. You are ok. No stick.

Joe: No stick?

Barack: No stick.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: We just want you to eat the Pop Rocks and Coke. You like Pop Rocks and Coke.

Joe: I do. I like Pop Rocks and Coke.

Ingrid (Shrieks. She is squatting on the food table, her lips and teeth a smear of blood, her fingers dripping red): Mister Howdy says you are going to die tonight.

Barack: Lucifer? Is that you Lucifer? Come back. You know I can’t quit you.

Ingrid: No Lucifer. Mister Howdy. Die tonight. All die.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: She’s just high on paint fumes. Ignore her, Joe. Eat it Joe. Do it.

Ingrid: Yes. Eat it, Joe. Mister Howdy wants you to eat it.

Joe: (eats the Pop Rocks and Coke……

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Halloween at the White House

Wednesday, October 29, 2014 2:15 pm

Scene: The White House Halloween Party. There is a ring at the door.

Barack opens the door. Al Gore is standing there. A wire with a red rubber ball attached to it is jutting from his forehead, and two wires with blue rubber balls are jutting from the back of his head.

Barack: Oh, that is just precious. Let’s see, balls orbiting an inflated gaseous mass? You’re the solar system, right? You might be a few planets shy, I think, but science never was my forte.

Gore: I am not the solar system. I am the most frightening thing there is. A carbon dioxide molecule. See, a carbon and two oxygens.

Barack: Ooooo, scary. I can feel it getting warmer in here already.

Gore: And I know there are more than three planets. Discounting Pluto, I’m pretty sure there are six, counting the moon.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: (Saunters up wearing khakis, a button down plaid shirt done all the way up to his neck and a cardigan) Hey, great solar system outfit, Al. Very accurate.

Gore: I am not the solar system. I’m CO2.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: I think you are a few balls short.

Gore: No. One carbon ball and two oxygen balls. CO2.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: I wasn’t talking about your costume. Rim shot.

Barack: Good one. I heard Tipper took them in the divorce.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: I heard that too, but, hey, did you hear this one? During the heat of the space race in the 1960s, the US National Aeronautics and Space Administration decided it needed a ballpoint pen to write in the zero gravity confines of its space capsules. After considerable research and development, the Astronaut Pen was developed at a cost of approximately $1 million US. The pen worked and also enjoyed some modest success as a novelty item back here on earth. The Soviet Union, faced with the same problem, used a pencil. True story.

Barack: I’m pretty sure I heard that one on that Cosmos show. But, hey. Nice science nerd outfit.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: I’m not a science nerd. I’m a Christian, so frightening in their ignorance.

Barack: All bitter and clingy like a bad ex.

(doorbell rings)

Barack: (Opens door to see a nude Barney Frank) Good lord, man. Put some clothes on. Are you that drunk already?

Barney: Oh, no, no, no. This is my costume. I’m Adam. And my cute, firm little intern was supposed to come as Steve. Have you seen Stevie? Stevie? Fwanky is hewe now. Stevie? I have some fowbidden fwuit for you to taste. Excuse me, but I must find Stevie. Hey, Al. Nice solar system outfit.

Gore: I’m CO2.

Barney: Whatever, I just wish I had all those balls dangling about my face. That’s what I’m being next year. Stevie! Where are you Stevie?

Neil Degrasse Tyson: That reminds me. Have you heard this one? If you go to a nude beach, you have to be very careful because you can catch crabs just from sunbathing. The beach is the crabs’ natural habitat, and they thrive there. True story. It’s science. My wife caught crabs that way at least three times.

Barack: No kidding.

(doorbell rings)

Barack: (Opens the door to see Debbie Wasserman Schultz dressed in a dog costume) Great bitch outfit!

Al: Or are you supposed to be Hillary?

Debbie: I am not a bitch!

All: (laughing uproariously)

Debbie: OK, maybe I am, but I’m not dressed as a bitch. Can’t you see? I’m Scooby Doo.

Barack: Well, whatever you are, you are making me incredibly hungry. You look absolutely delicious.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: While we are on the topic of food, did you hear this one. If you eat Pop Rocks and then drink a Coke, you will explode. True story. It’s science.

Barack: I’d heard about that, but never knew if it was true.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: Of course it’s true.  It’s easy enough to prove. Just need a test subject….

Barack: Let’s get Joe. Yes Joe. Joe will do it. He’ll do anything. We can tell him it is the new, hip drug craze. Tell him Justin Beiber is doing it.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: And the good thing about those new drug crazes, they are all done using over the counter stuff. Approved by FDA. It’s all perfectly safe. FDA said so. True story. It’s science.

(Suddenly everyone is startled by a hideous retching sound. Looking toward the sound, it is Nancy Pelosi gyrating wildly and vomiting what appears to be pea green soup.)

Barack: Ahhhhh! It’s just like The Exorcist! Look at that hideous, twisted face! She is possessed! Is there a witch doctor in the house? Is there a witch doctor in the house.

Nancy: No, no, I’m not possessed.

Barack: But your face?

Nancy: That’s just my latest Botox injections settling in.

Barack: But the vomit from hell!

Nancy: I just couldn’t keep down Michelle’s ‘healthy’ hors d’oeuvres.

Barack: What even are those things? Saccharin-sprinkled turnip puffs? Parsnip dip with tofu chips?

Nancy: Careful, I’m going to be sick again. (vomits again, and her head spins all the way around and around spewing vomit like a rainbird)

Barack: She is possessed! She is possessed!

Nancy: E plurbus unum. Caveate emptor.

Barack: Is that Latin? What is she saying? Is there a linguist in the house?

Neil Degrasse Tyson: Back away, foolish believers. This is a job for science.

Nancy: (In a deep, evil sounding voice) Science. HAHAHAHAHAHA! Science. What do you know of science? You are no scientist. You are a science reporter.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: Blasphemy!

Al: Don’t listen to it. It is trying to mess with your head.

Nancy: Tell me of your personal research, scientist. Tell me.

Neil Degrasse Tyson: No! I have none. I have none.

Barack: Wait a minute. I recognize that voice. Lucifer? Is that you ?

Nancy: No. we are legion.

Barack: You can’t fool me, Lucy, my boy. You stood me up last week. We had a meeting scheduled.  What’s up, dude?

Al: Lucifer, sir, while you are here, I’d like to talk to you about something very important. All the brimstone and burning and stuff down there in Hell is putting out a lot of greenhouse gases. Have you considered switching to a greener alternative? Here, watch this video and we can talk later. I can sell you some carbon credits if you would prefer.

Nancy: You! What are you? You have no soul! No soul! You are not human! That robotic, soulless freak is way too creepy even for me. I’m out of here. Later dudes. Have the old crone back.

Barack: Wait, wait. We still need to make the deal about retaining control of the Senate.

Nancy: Even my power has its limits. Besides, you sold your soul a long time ago, dude. And sorry about the vomit. But those hors d’oeuvres were vile.

Barack: No, come back. Lucifer come back. He’s gone. All is lost.

Nancy: Where am I?  What happened? Bill better not have roofied me again.

(door bell rings)

Barack: Sasha, can you get that?

Sasha: (Opens door. It’s a group of trick or treaters. Sasha reaches into each child’s bag and removes a handful of candy for herself) You know, at some point you have enough candy. (she closes the door on the shocked children)

Barack: That’s my girl.

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Terrorists? Attacking Canada? Unpossible!

Thursday, October 23, 2014 4:15 pm

Since we all know that terrorism is about US foreign policy and nothing else, the attacks in Canada are quite baffling.  What could be the explanation?  I’m pretty sure the real reason is some combination of these:

  • To artificially inflate maple syrup prices. The Prime Minister and Big Maple are ultimately behind it.
  • If I hear someone say ‘aboot’ one more time, I might snap too.
  • The mullets made them do it.
  • The border between Canada and the US was so porous it appeared invisible, and the terrorists thought they were in America.
  • Canadian beards don’t give off that ‘insane and fanatical’ vibe they jihadiss are looking for.
  • ‘Hoser’ means something very different in Arabic.
  • The Lumberjack Song violated the Quran.
  • The South Park Movie finally made it to Syria, and the terrorists thought it was a documentary.
  • Due to an autocorrect error, ISIS ended up texting all its members to read The Protocols of the Elders of Ottawa.
  • They got mad when they took their daughters down to the government health clinic only to find that female genital mutilation wasn’t covered in Canada.
  • Due to a typographical error, an e-mail sent to all ISIS cells called for death to the Yews.
  • They were too scared to come to America to attack due to the way the Obama administration has bungled that whole ebola thing.
  • Despite Canada’s liberal marriage laws, the jihadis were still forbidden from wedding their goats.
  • They meant to target America, but their maps were as medieval as their world view.
  • It was righteous vengeance for the unholy thrashing the Canadians meted out to the Turkish hockey team.
  • It was just recompense for Canada’s interference during the Iran Hostage Crisis.
  • It was just recompense for Celine Dion and Sarah Maclachlan.
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Obligatory Halloween Exorcist-Related Post

Wednesday, October 22, 2014 11:15 am

There is an affliction going around. Maybe you have seen it in your friends or acquaintances. It usually manifests itself by a vacuous, glassy look in the eyes, an obsession with Rachel Maddow or John Stewart and a tendency to say things so stupid only an intellectual could believe them. They seem to think they are part of an elite class that knows best how each of us should live our lives, and they would like to regulate away the individual’s freedom to choose. This affliction has a name, my friends, and that name is demonic possession. We now know that this affliction is caused by possession by an evil spirit known as a Demoncrat. Fortunately, there is a cure.

Should you suspect a friend or loved one is suffering from this affliction, we, for a slight fee, would be willing to perform the ritual taxorcism to banish the Demoncrat spirit. The ritual requires the following components:

1) The Federalist Papers, The Constitution, The Wealth of Nations and the Holy Bible, any of which is enough to make a liberal spirit weep and wail and gnash its teeth;

2 ) An American flag lapel pin, equally repellent to the liberal spirit;

3) Holy water prepared from unbottled, unfiltered, municipal tap water;

4) Crude oil scraped from either an otter or a pelican. It must not be contaminated at any point by hippy;

5) Ropes made from anything other than hemp or any other recyclable material;

6) Bedding made only from the skins and pelts of cute, furry mammals;

7) Food items from any establishment that has been the victim of a PETA protest;

8) Copious amounts of bacon and veal;

9) Artificial vegetables made wholly from animal by products from extinct or endangered animals. The use of extinct animals (particularly those hunted to extinction), though difficult to acquire, is particularly powerful, though endangered ones will suffice;

10) An assault rifle, preferably a banned one;

11 ) Tanks of compressed carbon dioxide;

12) Podcasts of Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Greg Gutfeld, Ace of Spades  and Glenn Beck;

13) A number of portraits of Ronald Reagan;

14) A large jar of jelly beans as a suitable offering;

15) Industrial strength carpet and fabric stain remover; and

16) Lots and lots of wet wipes.

While we unequivocally recommend that you leave this ritual in the hands of our expert taxorcists, if you disregard this warning and attempt the ritual yourself, please note the following:

1) Please ensure the subject is securely bound on the bed. Once the ritual begins, they will try to contort their body and reinsert their head into their butt as a protective measure. If they succeed, an extraction must be performed and the ritual must be reinitiated.

2) Please pay no heed to the vile utterances that will spew from the mouth of the subject. Remember, it is the inner Demoncrat speaking. No matter how often it calls you a racist, homophobic, gun-clinging, religion-clinging, flyover, redneck ignoramous, stick to your guns. No matter how often they beg for socialized medicine, do not succumb.

3) At some point the subject will projectile vomit. Don’t worry. That is normal and natural. It is the body’s way of purging the vegan spirit. Whenever this happens, replenish and nourish them with any of the non-PETA approved foods.

4) If the subject’s head begins to turn around, that is also normal. It will need to turn at least a full 180° before the spinal column is once again properly aligned and logical thinking can resume.

5) At no point must you ever let the podcasts stop playing.

6) Lastly, if things seem to get out of hand, sprinkle the subject with the holy water, attach the flag pin to their lapel and begin a litany of “The Power of Reagan Compels Thee.”

Should things get entirely out of hand, for a mere $2,499.99, our expert taxorcists will be happy to take care of the problem for you. Simply contact us at:

Lactose the Intolerant

The van under the overpass down by the river

Farmington, ME

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How Obama is Secretly Battling Ebola

Tuesday, October 14, 2014 1:15 pm
  • To contain the outbreak, he is secretly transporting all ebola patients to Las Vegas because what happens in Vegas…..
  • Consulting with Dustin Hoffman and Morgan Freeman, but not Rene Russo
  • Decreeing America an Ebola-Free Zone
  • Lots of healing crystals and homeopathic solutions
  • Reorganizing all affected communities
  • By executive order, Obamacare now covers Airborne®
  • Blaming Bush
  • Reassuring Americans that the ebola virus is not viral, and that 99% of global viruses do not align themselves with the goals and methods of ebola
  • Judiciously updating his anti-viral software
  • Developing a vaccine from his own superior white blood cells
  • Telling the IRS that ebola is a member of the Tea Party
  • Scolding the virus for its history of afflicting a disproportionate number of black people
  • Instituting an affirmative action and bussing program for the virus granting its carriers access to more affluent white countries, states and neighborhoods
  • Adding the virus to the Endangered Species List
  • Smacking Chris Brown upside the head for spilling the beans about the population control program
  • Reminding Americans that ebola is a poor, repressed, misunderstood virus that only hates us becuase of our foreign policy
  • Sending Joe to Africa with a dust mask, some chains and lots of confiscated and expired Robitussin
  • Cowering in his bunker with a bubble and a year’s supply of vitamin C

(Full disclosure of his efforts will be revealed after the November elections)

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Representative Keith Ellison Applauds California Consent Rule

Thursday, October 9, 2014 7:04 pm

At a press conference this morning, Representative Ellison was asked his opinion on the California legislation that required an ‘affirmative, conscious and voluntary agreement before engaging in sexual activity’ on California college campuses. Representative Ellison had this to say:

“I think the ‘yes means yes’ rule, or the ‘si means si’ rule as it is more commonly known by California residents and the colleges’ custodial staffs, is a wonderful idea that is bringing the state one step closer to the ideal of Sharia Law. While it is a good idea, I think we need to take it further if we want to protect women from date rape and men from false accusations of date rape. In this, the wisdom of Sharia is clear. As we all know, according to the Quran, a woman’s testimony is only worth ¼ that of a man’s. In a he said/she said situation, the woman cannot be believed. Consequently, the affirmative consent should be witnessed by either a second man or four additional women, and since it is within the right of the participants to withdraw consent at any time throughout the encounter, it would behoove the witnesses to remain present and observant throughout. While the witnesses have to be there anyway, they might as well each voice affirmative consent, witnessed in turn by all present, and join in; however, in that case it would be wise to videotape the proceedings, preferably with an Apple product connected to the Cloud to keep it secure. Since Sharia is silent regarding the number of video recorders required, I would recommend a minimum of three placed strategically to record the entire encounter thus ensuring the safety and continued consent of all involved. Afterwards, following a considered review of the witness statements, the video recordings and marital status of those involved, stoning of the women may commence as necessary.”

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Obama Remembers

Thursday, September 11, 2014 5:13 pm

Here are the top ten things Obama is doing to remember the loss our country suffered on 9/11/01.

  • golf
  • golf
  • golf
  • golf
  • golf
  • golf
  • golf
  • golf
  • golf
  • golf
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ISIS Should Have the Left Fuming

Wednesday, September 10, 2014 3:52 pm

I’ve been wondering why my liberal friends aren’t outraged by what ISIS is doing in Iran and Syria. My talk about beheadings and totalitarian leanings don’t seem to sway them at all. Maybe we need to change the spin a bit to get the left upset with this group. Here are some things ISIS is doing that should get liberals outraged:

  • Paying their women 0% of the salary they pay their men
  • Using guns with magazines holding more than 10 rounds
  • Many of their beheaders aren’t officially licensed
  • The rats in their opium processing tents weren’t wearing hairnets
  • Jihadis aren’t provided with healthcare that covers abortions
  • Their soldiers aren’t unionized
  • Their bombs lack the governmentally required safeguards
  • Their camels emit copious amounts of greenhouse gases
  • Their nerve gas was tested on animals
  • Jihadi transports don’t have enough seatbelts
  • The use of lead in their bullets is not environmentally sound
  • Excessive ululating increases atmospheric carbon dioxide
  • The children they kidnap aren’t given sex education courses before being sold to pimps
  • They don’t seem to realize that Obama has changed the world already
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Did you Notice I Have Been Absent?

Thursday, July 3, 2014 1:00 pm

I just realized it has been over a month since I posted, so I thought it would be polite to let you know I have not been spirited away by the NSA for ordering all that fertilizer and uranium again.   For a moment, I couldn’t even remember my logon (thank goodness muscle memory kicked in).  I suddenly got this book idea and couldn’t shake it, so that is where all of my creative juices have been flowing for the last month, but that is wrapping up now.  It’s out of my system.  Pretty soon I will figure out what is going on in the world again and start making fun of stuff I hope.  Til then, Happy Fourth of July everybody!

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It’s Always Sunny in Washington DC – Joe and Barack Die Part 4

Tuesday, May 13, 2014 12:45 pm

(Barack, Joe, Kerry and Bill are in the Oval Office drafting a will to name the successors when Barack and Joe fake their own deaths)

Barack: No, no, no, no.  He’s too accomplished.  We need to replace me someone who will not upstage my accomplishments.

Kerry: Is Jimmy Carter still alive?  He can still serve another term right?

Barack: No, he’s already too well known.  Already been compared to me.  He might accidentally accomplish something.  We need a total loser.

Joe: There’s always Hillary.

All (riotous laughter)

Joe: Well, the picking of people lamer than you is getting pretty slim.

Barack: Really? Really?  I’m starting to take offense at that.  Starting to offend now.  Can’t be that hard.

Bill: Ok, suggest someone then.  Who do you want to have be your successor?

Barack: Ok, Justin Beiber.  I’m pretty sure Justin Beiber would make a worse President than I am.

Kerry: He can’t be President, dude.

Joe: He’s not even American, dude.  Isn’t he like from Maine or something?

Kerry: Totally.  And he’s far too young, dude.  Can’t even vote for himself yet, dude.

Bill: Totally.  And it’s hard enough sneaking my own Brazilian prostitutes into this place.  Don’t need the whore traffic to be doubling.  Not enough secret entrances, dude.  Can’t be losing my whores in a bottleneck.  I’m not going back to interns, dude.  I can’t, dude.  Not gonna happen.

Barack: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. We’re forgetting something here. This will is like all legally binding and stuff, right?  All legally binding?

Bill: Well, yeah. Of course it is.  So what?

Barack: I can’t believe no one thought of this before.  It doesn’t matter what that Declaration of Independents thing says.  The will is legally binding. It trumps it, dude.  Totally trumps it. We can put anything we want in it. We can make Justin Beiber President.  Doesn’t matter what the declaration says.

Joe: I can’t see any flaws in the logic.  No flaws.  I can’t believe no one thought of this before.  We can put our whole agenda in this will, dude.  And the law has to comply.  They have to do it.  It’s like, the law of wills and stuff.

Bill: Totally.  But, well, you have to be willing to die for it, of course.

Barack: Well, fake die, anyway.  I’m willing to fake die for my beliefs.

Bill: Totally.  And I’d be willing to kill those other two losers outright for my beliefs too.  Total sacrificial lambs, dude. But that reminds me.  There is something we need to discuss in private.  So, Joe and Kerry, hoof it.

Joe: I’m not leaving.

Kerry: Totally, dudes.  Don’t trust you guys a bit.

Bill: I call attorney client privilege.  You gotta go, dudes.  It’s the law.  You gotta go.  Attorney client privilege.  Shoo, shoo, shoo.

Barack: Get out of here.  Let the adults speak for a bit.

Joe: Ok, ok, ok.  But I’m checking Wikipedia, and if you are lying to me, I’m heading right back in here.

Bill: Fine.  Just go, go, go.

(Joe and Kerry leave)

Bill: Ok, gotta speak fast.  Won’t take him long to look that up on Wikipedia.

Barack: No worries.  Take your time. He won’t be back anytime soon.  We disabled the wifi on his Fisher Price laptop.  It won’t take long for him to give up and get wrapped up in that I’m a Little Teapot game I installed.

Bill: Ok, but this is really important.  If this is going to work, we have to do things right, which means keeping those losers out of the planning. Have you figured out how you are going to fake your deaths?

Barack: Well, I wasn’t really gonna fake Joe’s death. I mean, come on.  I was gonna kill him for real.

Bill: Yeah.  I was gonna suggest that.  Good for appearances.  Adds credibility.  Makes your own death seem more legit.

Barack: Totally, and he would never make it in the shanty town anyway.  Good as dead anyway. Good as dead.  Good as dead.

Bill: Exactly.  Stabbed within the first five minutes. Never make it out alive anyway.  Totally a dead man walking. But how are you gonna work it for you?

Barack: If we are gonna die, can’t make it a wimpy death. It has to be something worthy of me.  Gotta make it good. Really good.  Blaze of glory good, dude. Totally blazing and glorying. A total blazing glory hole of glory.

Bill: Right. Something for the history books. Totally, dude.

Barack: I’m thinking drone attack. Can’t ID the bodies the normal way after that, dude.  Gotta call in the special doctors and scientists and stuff.  Blow up Joe, sprinkle a bit of my DNA on the scene, and I’m golden.  As far as anyone knows, we were both there.  Both exploded, dudes.

Bill: Kind of an ironic end, too.  You getting droned up good like that. After all the droning you done. All that droning on and on and on.

Barack: Totally, dude.  And I was gonna leave a fake paper trail leading back to the Tea Party or Sarah Palin or Frank J or some such moron.  Get them strung up too.  Going out in a blaze of glory and taking them down with me.

Bill: Totally, like four or five birds with one stone, dude. But I think you might need more than just a sprinkling of your DNA on the scene to convince everyone you bit it, dude. There are a lot of nut jobs out there.  There are some whack jobs out there just waiting to believe in some crazy conspiracy theory that you faked your own death.

Barack: That’s totally whack, dude.  Who would believe some crazy stuff like that, dude.  Who really fakes their own death anymore?  Who does that?  It’s not like in the days  of Elvis and JFK?  No one does that anymore.

Bill: I’m just saying you got to do better.  There are some crazies out there.  I was talking to Osama just the other day, and he was telling me that he still had folks believing you didn’t really kill him.  Everyone is so suspicious nowadays.

Barack: Totally.  It’s all Bush’s fault, you know. Bush all the way.  But what do you suggest?

Bill: Dental records, dude.  They are always identifying dead guys with their dental records.

Barack: What? Leave my dental records at the scene?  That’s just silly, dude.  The records wouldn’t even survive the blast, and why would I be carrying dental records around with me anyway?  Is that a thing? Who does that?  No one carries their dental records around with them.

Bill: No, no, no, no, dude. It’s not like that.  Not like that at all.  No.  They gather up all of your dead teeth and stuff and match it up with your dental records.  It’s like a fingerprint.  They can tell they are your teeth dude.

Barack: No, no, no, no, no.

Bill: Oh yes.  Gotta sprinkle your pearly whites around in the blast debris.  Only way to be sure.  Let me grab the pliers, and I’ll be right back.

Barack: No way, dude! No way!  No way! No way! I can’t eat canines without my canines dude.  Gotta find another way.

Bill: There is no other way, dude. And we don’t need to leave all of them. Just enough to ID you.  I’ll be right back, dude.  Start thinking about your least favorite chompers.

(to be continued, maybe, if I feel like it)

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It’s Always Sunny in Washington DC – Joe and Barack Die Part 3

Friday, May 2, 2014 11:46 am

(Bill, Joe, Barack, Kerry and Hillary are in the Oval Office plotting how to fake Joe’s and Barack’s deaths to avoid a beating by Putin)

Joe: You guys are all wrong.  I can totally fit in in the shanty town.  Check this out, dudes. (takes off shirt) Look at all the tats I just got, dude.  Totally badass.  Totally intimidating.  They’ll probably all think I’m all MS-13 or something.

Kerry: All your tats are in Chinese, dude.  Chinese.  No one is gonna think you are an illegal Mexican.

Joe: Oh, you are so racist. Chinese tats are cool, dude.  Are you telling me that illegal Mexicans can’t get Chinese tats, dude.  You are so racist.

Barack: Totally, dude.  You are a total racist.

Kerry: I am not a racist, dude.  Lighten up.

Barack: I can’t believe you just said that.  You can’t tell me to lighten up.  That is so racist. Oh, you are such a racist.

Kerry: Just shut up.  Shut up. Dudes, MS-13 dudes don’t have Chinese tats.  They just don’t.  Hipsters, yes.  MS-13, no.

Bill: Speaking of hipsters, that reminds me, have you guys seen my new girlfriend?  You’ve seen her, right?

Hillary: Hello.  I’m standing right here. Do you even care that I am hearing this?

Bill: Which reminds me, why are you even here?

Barack: Totally.  We kicked you out of the gang years ago.

Bill: Ignore her.  She’s not important.  But I was wondering about my new girlfriend.  Do you think she is really into me or is she just enough of a hipster to be dating me ironically?

Barack: Does anyone understand what he just asked?

Kerry: The words were coming out.  I was hearing them. But there was no meaning.  I have no idea what they meant.

Joe: Guys, guys, guys.  You are forgetting the issue here.  My tattoos are totally badass, right?  You have to agree that they are badass.

Kerry: Do you even know what they say, dude? Do you even know what they say?

Joe: Do I know what they say?  Of course I know what they say.  The tattoo artist told me that they mean ‘Commitment issues.’

Kerry: Ha ha ha ha ha!  They so do not mean that.  Nothing on you means that.  Your back is the menu for the Wok Lin, dude.  See, right here.  “15% off with takeout order. No soup with takeout order.  No, we have not seen your cat.  Don’t ask us no more.  No cat.”

Joe: It does not say that?

Kerry: Oh it does.  It totally does, dude.  And you don’t want to know what is written on your arms.

Joe: You gotta tell me now, dude.  You gotta tell me.

Kerry: It says you are a male prostitute and gives a full price list.  Well, I guess that kind of implies commitment issues.

Joe: No way, dude.  No way.  No way. No way.  You are totally making that up, dude.  You are totally messing with me.

Kerry: Oh, yeah. Take your shirt off in Chinatown and see what happens. Come on.  Let’s head down to Chinatown right now if you don’t believe me.

Joe: You’re messing with me, dude.  Totally messing with me. You don’t even know Chinese.  How could you know Chinese?

Kerry: Of course I know Chinese.  How else could I give secrets to the Chinese when I wasn’t officially in Cambodia.  Wait a minute.  Forget I said that.

Bill: Speaking of languages, dude.  How do you expect to blend into that shanty town when you can’t even speak Spanish?

Joe: I can speak Spanish.  I can totally speak Spanish. Check this out.  Yo quiero Taco Bell, por favor, Usted.

Kerry: That did sound like Spanish.  Totally Spanish. I’m sold.  What did you say, dude?

Joe: No idea, dude.  I can speak it, but I can’t understand it.  Not a word.

Kerry: What the…?

Joe: But the illegals will be able to understand what I am saying. That’s the point. The illegals understand Spanish. As long as I don’t care what they have to say back, and, I mean, why would I?

Barack: But the point is you will be able to communicate.

Joe: Totally.  One way communication is still communication, dude.  It’s still communication. They will be able to understand me.  That’s all I am saying.

Bill: Sort of like when you have to talk to women.

Kerry: This seems totally wrong, but I don’t know enough about languages to dispute it. Cannot dispute.

Hillary: All of this nonsense aside, dudes.  All of this aside, you are forgetting one of the most important things, dudes.  The succession, dudes. Who is gonna be in charge when you leave?

Bill: Has anyone heard a thing she has said? Does anyone even care what she just said?

Joe: What?  She was talking?

Bill: No wonder she makes 23% less than that loser Kerry does.

Barack: There were sounds coming out of her, but nothing seemed to be making any sense.

Kerry: Just a constant blah blah blah.  A constant droning.  It’s all just background noise, really.  I’ve learned to ignore, dudes.  Totally ignore it.

Barack: Oh, you have to, really.  Like the ticking of a clock or when Michelle keeps saying, ‘no, no, no, not tonight, you disgust me.’

Bill: Well, totally.  You have to ignore it, dudes.  Or it will drive you mad.  Totally batty crazy.

Hillary: I hate you guys.  I hate you guys so much.

Barack: But, dude, something just hit me.  I think we are forgetting one of the most important things, dudes.  The succession.  Who is going to be in charge when we leave?

Hillary:  You did not just say that.  You suck.  You all suck.  I’m leaving.  You losers are on your own.  Have a happy catastrophe.  Merry disaster.  Can’t wait to see how this plays out.  (walks out)

Bill: Dudes, he’s right.  With both the President and the Vice President gone, it will be total chaos. Total anarchy.  The country will totally collapse.

Kerry: Isn’t that, like, already in the Constitution and stuff?

Joe: The Constitution? What? Is that even a word?  What does that mean?

Barack: I’m pretty sure it gives you more hit points.

Kerry: No, you losers.  Not that constitution.  That one that, like, John Smith and the other founding fathers and stuff wrote that gave us all our government rules and stuff.

Joe: Oh, you mean, the Declaration of Independents. Well, yeah.  That says when I get Barack out of the way, I get to be in charge.  Which means, oh….. I see.  I won’t be around to be in charge.  Didn’t consider that at all.  No considering.  I’m, like, the last link in the chain. The old end of the line, dudes.  There is no Vice-Vice President or Vice-Vice-Vice President to take over if we both kick it.

Barack: Totally.  Thomas Jefferson and Abraham Lincoln couldn’t have thought of everything, dudes, when they were, like, writing up that Declaration and stuff.  Couldn’t see the future.  Couldn’t think of everything.  I bet they never would have imagined both the President and the Vice President would be snuffed at once.

Joe: Of course not.  They didn’t plan for this.  I mean how could they?  I mean, we’re totally smart and we only thought of it a few hours ago ourselves.  How could they have thought about it like 500 years ago and stuff?  They couldn’t have known we were gonna do this.  I mean, we didn’t think of it, and we’re way smarter than that bunch of pilgrims.

Barack: Totally, dude.  I mean, why do we even care about some declaration written by a bunch of pilgrims anyway?

Kerry: Totally, dude.  Always wondered about that myself.  Why do we revere these pilgrims so much? I mean, they were crazy.  They wore belt buckles on their hats. Who does that, dude?  Who does that?

Bill: Don’t you losers know anything about history?  When they came across the ocean on the Sangria, they had to travel where there was wind cause it was one of those ships with sails.

Joe: Totally makes sense.

Barack: Yeah.  Total sense.  Had to go where the wind was.  No wind, no propulsion.  Total science, dude.

Bill: Yeah, yeah, yeah.  But that’s not the point, now quit interrupting me.  It’s incredibly rude.  But anyway, they all had a meeting with John Smith, complaining about the wind cause it kept blowing all their hats overboard and stuff.  He told them to all put belts on them.  No more blown away hats.  The man was a genius.

Kerry: Yeah right, and I bet their shoes kept falling off too?

Bill: Exactly.  I see all that money your parents wasted on private school wasn’t totally wasted, dude.  At least you know some history.

Joe: But that still doesn’t change the fact that the pilgrims didn’t leave us any replacements for when we both kick it.

Barack: Totally. Plans off, dudes.  Can’t fake our own deaths now, dude.  We leave a power vacuum like that, and Putin will swoop right in and be running things. Running the crap out of America.  We would be Russia.

Joe: Wait a minute.  Wasn’t that the plan.  Didn’t we want to be communist anyway?  Here’s our easy in.

Barack: Only if we are in charge, dudes. Don’t want to be Putin’s proles.

Bill: You losers have missed the whole point of your own discussion.

Barack: Huh?  There was a point?  What?

Bill: The point is, why does it even matter what the founding pilgrims thought?  Why does their declaration even matter? Can it even be legally binding?  Did Congress pass it into law?  I’m no history major, but I’m pretty sure it didn’t follow the proper legal channels.  Can’t be legitimate anyway.

Barack: So what are you saying, dude?

Joe: Yeah, I’m like, totally confused.  And not like the mild, baseline confusion I usually experience.  This is like, total confusion.

Bill: It’s easy.  We just have to write you up a will and name your own successors.  I’m pretty sure I’m a lawyer.  Let’s write one up really quick.

(to be continued, maybe if I feel like it)

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It’s Always Sunny in Washington DC – Joe and Barack Die Part 2

Monday, April 28, 2014 12:45 pm

(Barack, Joe, Bill and Kerry are in the Oval Office planning how to fake Barack’s and Joe’s deaths so they can avoid a butt kicking from Putin)

Barack: Ya, we totally have to fake our death, dude.  No other options.  Putin’s too wiley. Too full of wile.  But now that you found out anyway, we don’t have to hide out with the street rats.  We can crash at your place.

Bill: No way, dudes.  You aren’t staying with me. I don’t need you two losers scaring away all the interns. Cramping my style.

Barack: Come on, dude.  You gotta let us crash.  We got nowhere else to go.

Bill: No way, dudes.  Ya gotta make it on your own.  I don’t believe in handouts.

Barack: What?  Don’t believe in handouts. You totally believe in handouts, dude.  Handouts all around.

Bill: Well, not with my own stuff I don’t.  Not handing out my own stuff.  What do I look like?  The government?

Joe: I got it.  I got it.  I got it.  We can live with all those illegal Mexicans, dude.  Follow our gardener back to his shanty town and we can blend right in.

Kerry: Blend in?  Blend in?  How are you gonna blend in, you loser? (motioning to Barack) Now him, I can understand.

Barack: Totally.  I’m a chocolate god.  I could totally pull off an illegal Cuban or Haitian or something.

Kerry: Oh yeah, totally. Especially if you got one of those voodoo top hats and stuff.  And like a cane.  Like that dude in the James Bond movies.  And some snakes.  And some hot voodoo women sidekicks.

Barack: Not Michelle, though, right?

Kerry: Oh no.  I thought the ‘hot’ made that point clear. No, no. But you could totally be a Haitian American dude.

Bill: Well, if he were illegal, he wouldn’t really be a Haitian American.  Maybe a Haitian Unamerican?

Kerry: I don’t want to argue about semantics.  But he could totally pull it off. That is all I am saying.

Bill: But whitey over there?  He looks about as illegal as Whitewater, dude.

Kerry: Whitewater? That was totally illegal, dude.

Bill: You sure?  I’m not in prison, dude.  So I’m pretty sure it wasn’t illegal.

Kerry: You sure?  I’m pretty sure someone went to prison. Pretty sure something illegal was going on there.

Bill: I’m just saying. If it were illegal, I would have done some time.  Our justice system wouldn’t let me get away with it.  But, ok, ok, ok.  If you are gonna gripe, new metaphor.  He looks about as illegal as lying under oath.

Kerry: Totally illegal too, dude.  It’s perfidy.  Total perfidy.  Totally illegal.

Bill: I think you mean perjury, dude.  Are you illiterate?

Kerry: Illiterate?  Illiterate?  What does that mean?  Is that even a word?  Perjury?

Bill: Yeah, perjury.  And it’s not illegal if you don’t believe in the Bible, dude.

Kerry: What?

Bill: Yeah.  If you swear on the Bible to tell the truth, but you don’t believe in the Bible, then it is totally not lying, dude.  Doesn’t count.  Nice legal loophole.  Used it all the time.

Kerry: That doesn’t sound right.  Not at all. But I don’t know enough about the law to dispute it.

Barack: Me either.

Bill: Or the Bible.

Kerry: Or the Bible.

Barack: Never read that one, either.

Kerry: Can’t dispute a thing you are saying.

Joe: But you are all forgetting something.  The illegal thing you losers are forgetting about is profiling, dudes.  You’re profiling me, dudes.  What?  Just cause I’m white I can’t pass for an illegal alien?  Totally profiling, me dudes.

Bill: Never pass, dude.

Joe: Stop profiling me, dude.  Stop profiling.

Bill: You’ll get shanked five feet into the shanty town.

Joe: Stop profiling.  You’re profiling.

Bill: Bleeding out while they steal your shoes and your teeth.

Kerry: And your hair.  For their voodoo rituals, dude. They might even make you a zombie, dude.

Bill:  You wanna be the walking dead?  You’ll never pass.  You are not only white, dude.  You are ultra white. You will never pass.

Joe: Ah, ah, ah. Wait a minute.  Remember when we had that party?  Remember?  We all dressed up and watched 12 Years a Slave?  I still have some shoe polish left, dude.  Yes, yes.  I can do this.

Bill: Oh yeah.  You were pretty convincing, dude.

Joe: Yeah, you called security on me and everything.

Bill: Well, yeah, but that wasn’t cause we thought you were black.

Joe: Wait?  What?

Kerry: You kept yapping.  Throwing out spoilers.  And not even about that movie.

Barack: Totally obnoxious, dude.  I hadn’t seen Lincoln yet, dude.  How was I supposed to know he died in the end?  You totally ruined it for me.

Joe: You know, talking about Lincoln.  That movie was much more impressive when I found out it was based on a true story.

Barack: Really? Well, that kind of explains why they thought it was okay to kill off the main character.

Joe: Totally.  The first time I saw it I had to keep checking the credits to see if George R. R. Martin was the writer.

(Hillary enters)

Hillary: Hey.  What’s up guys?

Bill: Oh, we’re just helping Barack and Joe kill themselves.

Hillary: Oh, I totally want a piece of that action. I’m in.

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It’s Always Sunny in Washington DC – Barack and Joe Die

Friday, April 25, 2014 1:15 pm

(Bill and Kerry walking down the White House hallway.  Bill is dressed in biking shorts and a t-shirt just after his morning run)

Kerry: So let me get this straight.  It’s okay to have sex.  And it’s okay to pet a dog.  But it is not okay to pet a dog you are having sex with?

Bill: You are still not getting this. The petting is not the issue, dude. The petting is so not the issue.

Kerry: I’m confused.  I’m just thinking the dog would like getting petted, you know. Wouldn’t you like to get petted.  I know I’d like to get petted.  If I were the dog, you know.  I’m just saying.

Bill: What happened to you over in Nam?  There is seriously something wrong with your head.  This isn’t that confusing.  Not confusing. The dog shouldn’t even be there at all, dude.  No dog, dude.  No petting and no dog.

Kerry: That is why I just like to stick to mannequins, you know, like regular folk.

Bill: Regular folk?  Mannequins?  Are you serious?  You can’t be serious, dude.

Kerry: Do you mean to tell me that you are not attracted to mannequins?  You expect me to believe that?  Cause if that is what you are saying, if that is what you are saying, dude, then I’m not believing it.  You’re lying, dude.  You’re lying. You are a liar.  People have been saying that about you for years.  Didn’t want to believe it, but they are right.  You are clearly lying.

Bill: Mannequins?  Seriously? Mannequins?  Any relationship I have with a mannequin is strictly platonic, dude.

Kerry: No, no, no, no, dude.  I’m not hearing that.  You haven’t thought this through, dude.  No thinking.

Bill: Why?  Why are you interesting in dating a mannequin?  Tell me why.  Give me one good reason why.

Kerry:  One?  One?  I’ll give you more than one.  There’s billions, dude.  They’re trim and busty and flexible and nipply.

Bill: Why is that? Why are they always nipply?  Why the poky nipples?

Kerry: Cause it’s so hot, dude.  And sex sells, dude.  Totally sells.  And now you are getting me all hot and bothered.  Stop distracting me, dude.  Stop distracting me.  They don’t resist and they don’t get restraining orders against you and they don’t giggle behind their fingers when you take your pants off and quickly shoo you out of their apartment muttering something about a girl has to have her standards and they don’t point and laugh at you behind your back with their girlfriends and they don’t block you on Facebook and they don’t look like Hillary, not even in those poor people stores, and they don’t order the most expensive item on the menu and then turn their noses up at it after one bite and give it to a homeless person and you don’t have to tell them to shut up cause you are watching ice dancing and they never care if you leave the lights and the TV on and they don’t mock you for wanting to re-enact scenes from the Twilight movies and they never used to be a man and they never get headaches and they don’t talk and talk and talk and talk and they never try to escape from your basement dungeon and they don’t care if you want to bring in a few of their friends and they don’t want to cuddle, like, ever and no matter how hot they are, you can never get them pregnant and they never keep incriminating blue dresses around. Never.

Bill: Ok, Ok, Ok.  Yeah, but what if you feel like a sandwich, dude?  Or you got no clean dishes? What then?  Huh?  What then?

Kerry: Uh…..

Bill: Exactly.  See what I’m saying.  Mannequins just don’t cut it. That’s why I’m waiting for one of those Japanese robot sex maids.

Kerry: Now you got me going.  All this mannequin talk.  I’m all hot and bothered again.  I blame you for this.  Your fault.  You gotta take me window shopping now, dude. You gotta.

Bill: Window shopping?  You are such a woman.

Kerry: Of course window shopping.  It’s just like walking through the red light district in Belgium.  And you gotta distract the sales girl for me.  Just until I can sneak my babydoll into the changing rooms.

Bill: Pah, I’m not gonna do that.  I want no part of that.  No wonder Barack made you his secretary and got confused enough to bang you.

(Enter the Oval Office and see Barack and Joe in there with a shopping cart half filled with stuff)

Barack: I heard that.  I did not bang him.

Joe: You totally did.  You totally banged him.

Bill: It’s true.  You banged him.

Kerry: You banged me.  Banged me good.  Almost as good as a mannequin.

Barack: Enough. Enough.  Enough. And, dude?  Seriously? Biker shorts?  Seriously?  Do you think you can still pull that off? Doughy and pasty.

Joe: And why are you even running, dude?  It’s clearly not helping.  Why?  It’s crazy.  And the craziest thing about all you people who run, dude, is that you can choose not to.  You don’t have to run, dude.  Nothing’s chasing you, dude. Don’t have to run from the saber-tooths anymore.  Or is it saber-teeth?  Doesn’t matter.  We’re modern now. We have limos. Running is for those poor secret service schmucks who have to chase your limo.

Bill: You just haven’t experienced the runners high, dude.  No high.

Joe: Runner’s high?  Runner’s high?  Sure I have dude.  You know when I experience the runner’s high?  Every time I stop running. I get the runner’s high at the exact moment I stop running. High as a kite, dude.  And you know why?  Cause I’m not running.  You should try it.  Besides, it’s way easier to get high when you know where Barack keeps the choom stash.  I’m pretty sure we have some near the bottom of the cart here.

Kerry: Yeah, dudes, what’s with the shopping cart anyway?  Why the cart?

Barack: Oh, this. You weren’t supposed to see this.  Our security reports say that Putin is going to be coming to town any day now.

Joe: And we are pretty sure he is coming to town to kick our butts.

Kerry: He is a scary dude, dude. I wouldn’t want him to kick my butt.

Barack: Yeah.  Totally scary.  Totally, so we are doing the only logical thing.  We are gonna fake our own deaths and go live with the street rats until it all blows over.

Bill: So, it sounds to me like you are running now after all.  Who’s crazy now?

Joe: Just shut up, dude!

(To be continued, maybe, if I feel like it)

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