Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Signs, Signs, Everywhere a Sign



Donald called in an aide.  It doesn’t matter which one, all minions are the same to him.

“When does my sign go up?” he demanded.

“What sign, sir?”

“The TRUMP sign on my new building there on Pennsylvania in Washington.”

“I’m sorry, sir, you aren’t allowed to make any changes to the outside of the White House.”

“Believe me, I can.  I can change it Bigly.  I have TRUMP on every one of my buildings world wide, and I’ll have it on that one.  By the way, White is sad.  Paint it gold.  With red trim.”

“Sir, you can’t.”

“I will.  And I’ll make Obama pay for it.  Call Putin for the paint for the red trim.  He has plenty of red paint, and he owes me.”

“Sir, you can’t ask for or accept gifts from foreign governments.”

“We’re gonna change that.  Why do you think I ran for president?  Bucks, boyo, big bucks in this ruler business. And right after you put my sign on that little cottage, I want you to paint TRUMP on my airplane.  Who ever thought ‘USA Air Force’ would look good on a plane?”

“Sir, I don’t think you can do that, either.”

“I don’t pay you to think.  I’m the one with the huge brain.  Really big brain.  The very best brain.”

“Mr. Trump, the plane doesn’t belong to you.  It belongs to the nation.  To the air force.  You just get the use of it while in office.”

“And I’m gonna be in office a long time.  A great time.  The best time.  Change the plane.  Or I won’t buy another.”

“Sir, the Constitution says……”

“I’m gonna build a wall, a giant wall, the best wall, all around the Constitution.  No one will get close to it again.

“And while you’re changing that sad, shabby house, put mirrors in my bedroom.  Big mirrors.  The best mirrors.”


“I thought Melania wasn’t going to live in the White House.”

“Who’s talking about Melania?  She’s 46.  Way past her sell-by date.  Believe me, even Ivanka is 35.  That’s older than a president has to put up with.”

“Sir?”

“Get me those mirrors.  I’ll say they aren’t up to my standards, and I won’t pay for them anyway.  And put the word out I’m auditioning for the next wife.  ‘World Leader’ has to be a hell of a Babe Magnet.”

“Sir, I really don’t think you can do any of that.”

“You’ll see.  If I say it, I can do it.  I even think I’ll grab Elizabeth Warren by her sad old pussy.”

“I don’t think you should do that, Sir.”

“You’re fired!”


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