The Trumpty Dumpty Report
There is a new film coming
to your neighborhood theater. It’s called “The Orange Man Destroyed Washington,
DC”. The Orange Man came out of a deep, fetid cave carved deep under Gotham
City far below Trump Tower’s tunnel network.
Far within those dark and
damp and smelly caves, the Orange Man planned a fake news takeover of the
nation and win a place of power by recruiting foul and dirty Russian comrades
from deep beneath the Kremlin living in their tunnels and caves where they were
kept away from the common person on their surface.
The surface was filled with
mean and hateful trolls who wore Orange Man’s red hats as a symbol of their
gullibility and ignorance. They followed wherever he went. He had his well
dressed, but decaying Klan join him, otherwise, the Orange Man would not be
able to function at all. He would wander off looking for pointy headed white
sheet dressed people to play with in the dirt. His own genetically mutated Klan
would not allow that so they had to manage him whenever possible. His zombie wife
was kept subdued and fed dead cats and dogs to keep her quiet. Under her shell,
she had totally decayed from living on the surface with the Orange Man.
He was joined by the Pez
Dispenser Man with short white hair. His hands were always sticky so he kept
them in his pockets so things wouldn’t dirty them up. He needed his hands to
always be pure. Being sticky was a real problem for him. When you pulled his
head back only white shiny blocks of supremely smelly lard came out. He was
kept behind the Orange Man just in case he fell backward so that the Pez Man
was present to catch him. That was basically the only thing the Pez Man was
there to do. The Orange Man was a Yuuge lump of lard which he teleported into
the Pez Man in order for the Pez Dispenser Man to make his blocks of lard so he
could pass them out to their team of swamp lizards surrounding them to consume.
The Orange Man was
seriously showing signs of mental decay from being on the surface for far too
long a time. He would force people on the surface from doing their jobs because
he desired a symbol of his power which he called a big, beautiful, and Yuuge
southern border wall to keep out all the bad brown people. He wanted it painted
orange. He demanded it be painted orange, otherwise, no one would be able to
return to work and live their lives again.
He knew he would have to
return to his fetid cave network at some point, and he wanted a symbol of his
time on the surface to always be seen so the orange southern border wall made
of concrete, or steel slats, which ever would be decided upon, to be built in
his name. He wanted it to be very, very, very, very big and long, but others
believed it should be very, very, very short and stubby and possibly a bit on
the crooked side.
The film had more fighting
than story. Most of the story was faked anyway. The screenwriter used very
simple and often misspoken words in fragmented sentences whenever the Orange
Man spoke. The Orange Man became very boring as the film progressed.
It was given 5 Rotten
Tomatoes.
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