“The Sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar they’ll be Sun.” Oscar Wilde wrote a bestseller entitled, The Picture of Dorian Gray. Every character in the book has his or her own moral compass. The result is a world in which no one is sure what is right and what is wrong. Oscar’s book is fiction, but what isn’t fiction is the largest hurricane in recorded history, Hurricane Dorian, battering the Bahamas and threatening the United States with devastating winds reaching 200 miles an hour. Not to mention, Dorian is depositing enough rain to fill three more oceans and every crater on the moon, ten times over. With that being said, I would like to address the climate change deniers of the world. As we have come to learn, the Earth is round, not flat, nor is it dangling from a giant rubber band attached to the moon. I believe we can all agree that these truths we hold to be self-evident. Another self-evident truth is that while MacDonald’s serves up another 387 billion burgers and cows keep farting more methane than Roseanne at a tailgate party on Superbowl Sunday; the Polar Ice Caps will continue to melt like an ice cream cone in July and The Amazon Rain Forrest will be a never-ending firestorm. In turn, monster hurricanes will become more frequent than a light drizzle, a Sun shower, or a pizza delivery at Rebel Wilson’s house. If we citizens of the globe don’t get on the stick, our children’s children will curse our generation like there’s no tomorrow, or at least until the cows come home; pun intended. Incidentally, in keeping with the damage we humans are inflicting on Mother Nature, there is presently enough plastic floating around on the ocean to assemble the next eight thousand generations of Barbie and her Malibu Dream House and still have enough plastic left over to make a Hawaiian skirt for Louie Anderson on the sitcom, Baskets. By the way, if you’re pondering what this writer is doing to help find solutions to these conundrums, may I say, first and foremost, I find your question a tad presumptuous; nonetheless, I am writing this piece to get peoples’ attention. I believe if you can make people laugh, you can make people think. And if you can make people laugh hard enough, whatever they’re drinking will cascade from their nostrils like a fountain at Caesar’s Palace. Get involved. Join the resistance.
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Injustice Flourishes in the Darkness of Inattention
We begin with viewers who watch this broadcast for six seconds before switching to a cat running up drapes, a monkey tossing turds at someone’s granny, and a rat waltzing a slice of pizza down subway stairs. To those Instagramsters viewing Phake Breaking News for a brief moment, may I just say stay tuned a tad longer; I can assure you your time will be well-spent. Plus, when this telecast has concluded, Mr. Whiskers will still be racing up curtains, the mischievous monkey in the zoo will be lobbing turds at granny, and ratatouille boy will be hopping down the subway stairs with a slice of Ray’s pizza locked in his germ-ridden jaws. In an unrelated story, Dwayne Elgin, a prolific writer with a large brain recently wrote: “Injustice flourishes in the darkness of inattention.” Seven words worth repeating: “Injustice flourishes in the darkness of inattention.” Temporary President Trump is an uncommon pickpocket stealing our Democracy and undermining our way of life. He is in fact the divider-in-chief. We are better than this. One of the brilliant architects of the Constitution, Thomas Jefferson, wrote in his journal: “Eternal vigilance is the cost of freedom.” We must pay attention and keep vigilant. This just in, apparently my pizza delivery just arrived at the studio. Until we meet again. Film at eleven.
Tarradiddles and Mooncalves
Today’s breaking news concerns the continuing blitzkrieg of Trump supporters leaping from the sinking Republican Party like rats jumping off a coffin descending beneath the waves. Earlier today, Bay Area reporter, John Baskett, spoke with Berkeley resident and former Trump follower, Saul Grabiotti. Mr. Grabiotti said and I quote: “When I voted for Donald Trump, I lost my soul. Losing my soul wasn’t like losing my keys; I never found my soul under the sofa.” Our Bay Area correspondent learned that several people who tolerated Saul’s dark heart for decades, recently chipped in and bought him a sense of humor for his birthday. “Now, I appreciate how funny Stephen Colbert, Jimmy Kimmel, and Bill Mayer have been all these years,” Mr. Grabiotti added. “They’re brilliant comedians and they speak to the truth.” I must say, it’s refreshing to hear a Trump tarradiddle admitting he’s been behaving like an utter mooncalf. With that said, it won’t be long before every Trump supporter realizes what a douchebag Temporary President Trump is every time he opens his pie hole. Speaking of douchebags, tarradiddles, and mooncalves; in a related story, former Trump campaign manager and convicted felon, Paul Manafort, is currently looking at an eighty-five year stretch in a Federal penitentiary. In the words of another Don’s right-hand-man, Peter Clemenza, “Oh, you won’t be seeing Pauly no more; take the gun and leave the cannolis.” Film at eleven.