Fear and loathing in Iowa

I know the pythons are coming for me for this but my God demands I stand on my principles.

 

MADDOW: Old woman!
DENNIS: Man!
MADDOW: Old Man, sorry. What Candidate won the caucus here?
DENNIS: I’m thirty seven.
MADDOW: What?
DENNIS: I’m thirty seven — I’m not old!
MADDOW: Well, I can’t just call you ‘Man’.
DENNIS: Well, you could say ‘Dennis’.
MADDOW: Well, I didn’t know you were called ‘Dennis.’
DENNIS: Well, you didn’t bother to find out, did you?
MADDOW: I did say sorry about the ‘old woman,’ but from the behind
you looked–
DENNIS: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior!
MADDOW: Well, I am a Presidential Kingmaker…
DENNIS: Oh Kingmakers, eh, very nice. An’ how’d you get that, eh? By
excluding the bloggers — by ‘angin’ on to outdated Network dogma
which perpetuates the silencing of diverse voices in our Media!
If there’s ever going to be any progress–
WOMAN: Dennis, there’s some lovely filth on Biden down here. Oh — how d’you do?
MADDOW: How do you do, good cislady. I am Rachel Maddow, King of the Pundits.
Who won this district?
WOMAN: King of the who?
MADDOW: The Pundits.
WOMAN: Who are the Pundits?
MADDOW: Well, the media. We’re all Pundits and I am their king.
WOMAN: I didn’t know we needed a king. I thought they were an unbiased, unaffiliated distributors and gatherers of information.
DENNIS: You’re fooling yourself. They want us living in a Marxist dictatorship.
A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the independent content providers–
WOMAN: Oh there you go, bringing freedom of thought into it again.
DENNIS: That’s what it’s all about if only people would–
MADDOW: Please, please good peasants usually beneath my notice. I am in haste. who won this district?
WOMAN: No one knows here.
MADDOW: Then who is their choice to defeat Trump?
WOMAN: They don’t have a choice.
MADDOW: What?
DENNIS: I told you. they’re a bunch of varied socialists and unemployed activists. They take it in turns to prefer a particular candidate for the first round of voting.
MADDOW: Yes.
DENNIS: But all the decisions of that round of voting have to be ratified
at a special second round of preferential voting.
MADDOW: Yes, I see.
DENNIS: So a simple majority may not manifest itself in the first round of this caucus,–
MADDOW: Be quiet!
DENNIS: –but might by subsequent rounds by displaying a tiered vote preference–
MADDOW: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
WOMAN: Order, eh — who does it think they is?
MADDOW: I am your Pundit king!
WOMAN: Well, I didn’t vote for you.
MADDOW: You don’t vote for Pundits.
WOMAN: Well, ‘ow did you become a Pundit then?
MADDOW: The Ladies of the “View”,
[angels sing]
their arms clad in the purest simmering anti-semitism, held aloft the microphone
from the bosom of the “Whoppie” signifying by non-denominational but not implying actual existence of Providence that I,
Rachel, was to use the microphone.
[singing stops]
That is why I am your Pundit king!
DENNIS: Listen — strange women lying on TV distributing microphones
is no basis for a system of enlightenment. Supreme Media power
derives from a diversity of opinion and sources, not from some farcical
neurotic lesbian ceremony.
MADDOW: Be quiet!
DENNIS: Well you can’t expect to wield supreme media power
just ’cause some drunken old tarts threw a microphone at you!
Maddow: Shut up!
DENNIS: I mean, if I went around sayin’ I was a News Anchor just
because some humorless bints had lobbed a microphone at me they’d
put me away!
MADDOW: Shut up! Will you shut up!
DENNIS: Ah, now we see the bias inherent in the Mainstream media system.
MADDOW: Shut up!
DENNIS: Oh! Come and see the bias inherent in the Main stream Media system!
HELP! HELP! I’m being repressed!
MADDOW: Bloody blogger!
DENNIS: Oh, what a give away. Did you here that, did you here that,
eh? That’s what I’m on about — did you see it repressing me,
you saw it didn’t you?

 

If I need to I can bunk at someone house until this blows over, right?

 

4 Comments

  1. A cart passes through the muddy road through a village.

    The cart-master chants wearily as they trudge along:

    Bring out your dead!
    Bring out your dead!
    Bring out your dead!

    As each person comes forward with his or her dead relative, they throw them on
    the cart. He holds out his hand and they pay.

    Bring out your dead!

    A man comes out with a dead-looking old man in a nightshirst slung over his shoulder. He starts to put the old man on the cart.

    Man: Here’s one-
    Cart-master: Ninepence.
    Biden: (feebly) I’m not dead!
    Cart-master: (suprised) What?
    Man: Nothing! Here’s your ninepence….
    Biden: I’m not dead!
    Cart-master: ‘Ere! ‘E says ‘e’s not dead!
    Man: Yes he is.
    Biden: I’m not!
    Cart-master: ‘E isn’t?
    Man: Well… he will be soon– he’s not connecting with the electorate.
    Biden: I’ve got South Carolina!
    Man: No you don’t. You’ll underperform there just like everywhere else.
    Cart-master: I can’t take ‘im like that! It’s against regulations!
    Biden: I don’t want to go on the cart….
    Man: Oh, don’t be such a baby.
    Cart-master: I can’t take ‘im….
    Biden: I feel electable!
    Man: Well, do us a favor…
    Cart-master: I can’t!
    Man: Can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won’t be long…
    Cart-master: No, gotta get to Robinson’s, they lost nine today.
    Man: Well, when’s your next round?
    Cart-master: Thursday.
    Biden: I think I’ll go look for some hair to sniff.
    Man: You’re not fooling anyone, you know–
    (to Cart-master) Look, isn’t there something you can do…?

    (they both look around)

    Biden: Did I ever tell you about my hairy legs?

    (the Cart-master deals Biden a swift blow to the head with his wooden
    spoon. Biden goes limp.)

    Man: (throwing Biden onto the cart) Ah. thanks very much.
    Cart-master: Not at all. See you on Thursday!
    Man: Right! All right….

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