Donald was a little worried. It had been a bad week for him
and his cabinet—in spite of all the lies he’d gotten away with in his State of
the Union speech.
He and Bannon sat in the Oval Office. They each had a top DC hooker on their lap, and they were strategizing. “Remember that Kennedy, ‘Go to the moon’ thingy,” mused Donny, “we need a big idea like that.”
“Maybe,” said Bannon, “but we’ve promised to cut science and funding for NASA.”
Donald snapped, “This isn’t science, it’s space flight. Rockets, just like the Air Force has. Hey,“ he continued,”the president has a helicopter and a jet. Why don’t I have a presidential rocket? Space Trump One.”
“I’ll look into it,” promised Bannon, as he readjusted the seat of his lap lovely.
Suddenly Donald sprang up, dumping a Doxie. “I know. Those small-thinking Democrats flew to the moon. That’s not Bigly enough. Sad. Tiny. Let’s promise to fly to the sun.”
“Yeah,” interjected Bannon. “That’ll show those unimaginative liberal rocket scientists who the big thinkers are.”
“And,” continued an enthusiastic Donald, “We’ll plant a huge Trump sign there. One everyone can see. All the Dems did was put an American flag on the moon. And you can’t even see it from the top of Trump Tower.”
He and Bannon sat in the Oval Office. They each had a top DC hooker on their lap, and they were strategizing. “Remember that Kennedy, ‘Go to the moon’ thingy,” mused Donny, “we need a big idea like that.”
“Maybe,” said Bannon, “but we’ve promised to cut science and funding for NASA.”
Donald snapped, “This isn’t science, it’s space flight. Rockets, just like the Air Force has. Hey,“ he continued,”the president has a helicopter and a jet. Why don’t I have a presidential rocket? Space Trump One.”
“I’ll look into it,” promised Bannon, as he readjusted the seat of his lap lovely.
Suddenly Donald sprang up, dumping a Doxie. “I know. Those small-thinking Democrats flew to the moon. That’s not Bigly enough. Sad. Tiny. Let’s promise to fly to the sun.”
“Yeah,” interjected Bannon. “That’ll show those unimaginative liberal rocket scientists who the big thinkers are.”
“And,” continued an enthusiastic Donald, “We’ll plant a huge Trump sign there. One everyone can see. All the Dems did was put an American flag on the moon. And you can’t even see it from the top of Trump Tower.”
“But,” said Bannon, “I think it would cost a lot to fly to
the sun. And I don’t think Putie will
pay for an American space flight. He’d
want all the credit.”
“We’ll just tax some poor people,” said Donald. “We haven’t nearly ruined them yet.”
“We’ll just tax some poor people,” said Donald. “We haven’t nearly ruined them yet.”
Finally one of the hookers spoke up. (She was an unemployed history PhD.) She shocked the hell out of both men that she
could actually speak.
“Fools,” she said. “You can’t fly to the sun. It’s way too hot. You’ll burn up long before you get close.”
“Now see,” said Donald as Bannon grinned like Jeff Sessions at a lynching, “right there is why you’re a floozy, and I’m the smartest business mind in the world. Everything is timing.
We’ll go at night.”
“Fools,” she said. “You can’t fly to the sun. It’s way too hot. You’ll burn up long before you get close.”
“Now see,” said Donald as Bannon grinned like Jeff Sessions at a lynching, “right there is why you’re a floozy, and I’m the smartest business mind in the world. Everything is timing.
We’ll go at night.”
