Love these Oval Office parodies, but I’m glad Roy gave us some optimism yesterday because Trump bringing Spencer back “after the next election” is too close to a real possibility not to be chilling. At least once a week I think about all the shit Trump has done in the past 2 ½ years and worry about what he would do if re-elected. Unlike the routine GOP hysteria, which hypes every four years as the Flight 93 election, I think 2020 really will be ours.
If this is how he behaves when he knows he will face the voters again, what the hell would Trump Unbound look like? May we never find out.
Good hed. There's a "putting on a show" joke in there I'm not *quite* fucked up enough on assorted migraine meds to make.
Your Mick seems a little, I dunno, delicate, though. And Trump had a couple moments there like the old SNL Reagan sketch. I kinda don't want to think of him as remotely competent, or, you know, even lucid. Nightmare fuel. I mean, the guy doesn't even do word salad, it's like word coleslaw, all the same simple material, shredded into little tiny bits, and drenched in a gooey white slime. But there's still this myth of meritocracy, I dunno.
Anyway, I laughed. And it wasn't just that punchy-laugh thing, it was actual laughter, which after the last week of screaming at the TV every time Trump says something genuinely horrible, I'd kind of forgotten how to do. Thanks, Roy.
I think a guy like Mulvaney keeps himself sane, or whatever passes for sane in his world, by drawing these little lines in the sand and thinking himself moral for it.
(MULVANEY exits the Oval Office. BANNON and SPENCER are waiting.)
BANNON: When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? MULVANEY: When the hurlyburly's done--when the battle's lost and won. SPENCER: That will be ere the set of sun.
BANNON: Where the place? MULVANEY: Upon the heath. SPENCER: There to meet with MacTrump. BANNON: I come, MichelleMalkin! MULVANEY: Javanka calls. . . .
I once worked for a guy in sales who liked to explain how you could tell if someone was being dishonest by the unconscious physical gestures they made. He'd then integrate all of the gestures into any conversation that might cost him money, so as to confuse the issues. I've found that atmosphere to permeate all sorts of faux-political situations. The White House follies are as close to the real thing that I ever want to get.
Impressive work! Not only the Oval Office dialogue, but the hours you must have spent on that Whitehouse.gov satire. . . .
Like I said: https://twitter.com/edroso/status/1153793492428058629
Love these Oval Office parodies, but I’m glad Roy gave us some optimism yesterday because Trump bringing Spencer back “after the next election” is too close to a real possibility not to be chilling. At least once a week I think about all the shit Trump has done in the past 2 ½ years and worry about what he would do if re-elected. Unlike the routine GOP hysteria, which hypes every four years as the Flight 93 election, I think 2020 really will be ours.
If this is how he behaves when he knows he will face the voters again, what the hell would Trump Unbound look like? May we never find out.
Good hed. There's a "putting on a show" joke in there I'm not *quite* fucked up enough on assorted migraine meds to make.
Your Mick seems a little, I dunno, delicate, though. And Trump had a couple moments there like the old SNL Reagan sketch. I kinda don't want to think of him as remotely competent, or, you know, even lucid. Nightmare fuel. I mean, the guy doesn't even do word salad, it's like word coleslaw, all the same simple material, shredded into little tiny bits, and drenched in a gooey white slime. But there's still this myth of meritocracy, I dunno.
Anyway, I laughed. And it wasn't just that punchy-laugh thing, it was actual laughter, which after the last week of screaming at the TV every time Trump says something genuinely horrible, I'd kind of forgotten how to do. Thanks, Roy.
I am soooooooooo stealing "word coleslaw." That, my dear Sidhe, is perfect!
I think a guy like Mulvaney keeps himself sane, or whatever passes for sane in his world, by drawing these little lines in the sand and thinking himself moral for it.
(MULVANEY exits the Oval Office. BANNON and SPENCER are waiting.)
BANNON: When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? MULVANEY: When the hurlyburly's done--when the battle's lost and won. SPENCER: That will be ere the set of sun.
BANNON: Where the place? MULVANEY: Upon the heath. SPENCER: There to meet with MacTrump. BANNON: I come, MichelleMalkin! MULVANEY: Javanka calls. . . .
I once worked for a guy in sales who liked to explain how you could tell if someone was being dishonest by the unconscious physical gestures they made. He'd then integrate all of the gestures into any conversation that might cost him money, so as to confuse the issues. I've found that atmosphere to permeate all sorts of faux-political situations. The White House follies are as close to the real thing that I ever want to get.