CSI: American Carnage (Tuesday, February 11, 2020)
WASHINGTON – There is a crash in the rear of the Executive Lounge. Misshapen shadows can be seen flitting along the wall. Donald says, You see, Steve-o, this is what happens when the wind becomes what you try to use to run your stuff – the birds are killed, destroying our countrysides with the huge graveyards. And now this. Stephen reaches for some taco chips and says, We should have corn chips or potatoes. Donald says, The graveyards are spreading, but they’re the least of it, the people are falling apart Steverino, falling apart, particularly the Democrat party – they have totally lost it, okay, like on Tuesday I delivered my address on the state of the union, you remember that, all the applause and our great attorney general and our patriot supreme court, remember that? And I had somebody behind me who was mumbling terribly. Mumbling. Mumbling. Waa-waa-ohh-haa. She was mumbling. Very distracting. Very distracting. That was very distracting. I’m speaking and a woman is mumbling terribly behind me. Angry. There was a little anger back there. We’re the ones should be angry, not them; we’re the ones who should be angry. But we proudly declare that we are in the midst of the great American comeback and they proudly declare that they have lost they’re fucking minds, which is okay, we can wrap em all up with that fucking Mitt, wrap them up and throw away the key. Stephen says, Potato chips would be more American. He reaches for the salsa and accidentally knocks the bowl on the floor. It breaks. Dammit Stevie! Donald says, these are my slippers for christ’s sake! A growl comes from the rear of the Executive Lounge. Hector! Donald shouts, See what’s back there. Hector unplugs but is hemmed into his niche by a massive wall of wispy white mold which has begun to attrack tiny insects.. Hector presses forward, but is unable to move. The growling continues, followed by what sounds like a brutal fight. Cans rattle and spill down the side of the waste pile. Creatures with strange bodies cast shadows against wall. Donald says, Billy-boy has got the goods. Among many things, Mitt hired Cofer Black. Sound familiar? Ukraine. Gas company. Romney. It’s all there. He’s W’s guy. Africa. Angola. CIA. Swamp. Stephen says, Angola? Donald says, Ukraine. Carlos the Jackel. He was a big supporter. Romney and the terror merchants. Gimme the chips. — Tuesday, February 11, 2020