Show Me The Reality

Season One: The Unwakening

Backstage at the final episode
August 2, 2017

The Power of Positive Drinking

I don’t usually drink alcohol, but when I do, I drink to excess. At least that has been the way it is since about 8:00 PM on November 8, 2016. Who will ever forget where they were on that fateful night? These days it seems that there is not enough alcohol to even take the edge off. Every 10 minutes we learn of another soul-crushing barrage of lies, hate and embarrassing behavior from the man a minority of Americans elected president. Whatever America’s flaws, we have been a powerhouse on the global stage. Sure, we have a history of genocide and slavery right here at home. Sure, we have meddled in the affairs of country after country. Our leaders – regardless of party affiliation – have, from time to time, done embarrassing things. Never have we seen the level of abject stupidity and assholery that The Orange Gas Cloud emits without pause. Chrump is like one of those prank show pranksters except that he humiliates not only  his victims, but makes a monkey out of himself in the bargain. Our status on the world stage is deteriorating faster than Chrump’s always-minimal support among the American electorate.

How do we get this jerk out of Our House?

As you are all too aware, America is now nothing more than reality TV. The president is a combination of Homer Simpson and John Wayne Gacy. Chrump is a moronic, murderous clown. His inner circle and cabinet are nothing more than what you would have to scrape off the soles of your shoes after unknowingly traipsing through a busy cow pasture in the dark. The only difference is that cow manure is very useful as a fertilizer. Unlike reality TV, which is heavily scripted, edited and processed for maximum ratings the Chrump Show is as far from reality as the cotton candy-like mass atop Chrump’s head is from actual hair. Thus far, the Chrump Show is running as smoothly as the Titanic, or is it the Hindenburg? In any event, brace for impact. The show’s ratings are swirling down the toilet like a dying star at the edge of a black hole.

Is it really him? Or is it us?

In keeping with his reality TV motif, Chrump is preparing a series of commercials. The reason behind these ads escapes everyone with whom we have spoken. Our best guess is that this has something to do with implausible deniability. Chrump makes Sgt. Shultz look like the NSA.
 

Who will be thrown off the planet?
Who will be the last white man left standing?

He is The Most Disgusting Man in The World. Rabid sewer rats are sickened at the very sight of him. Lyme-carrying ticks are afraid he will bite them. Don Rickles would not even deign to insult him. He promotes police brutality and commits what can only be described as verbal sexual abuse on thousands of Boy Scouts. His “hair” looks like it has been sculpted by a blind baboon with advanced carpal tunnel syndrome. He tells his “friends”, “That White House is a real dump.” He also says of his own property, “Is this not the most beautiful asphalt you’ve ever seen in your life?” He is the biggest asshole ever to hold public office. He is The Most Disgusting Man in The World.  

I don’t drink beer. I’ve never even had a drink.
Believe me. I act like a drunk lunatic naturally.

 

The Power of Positively Stinking 

Chrump’s poll numbers doing the Limbo in limbo.
How low can they go?



Speaking of the Titanic and the Hindenburg Donald Chrump exploring uncharted territory. We talked about his record-breaking exploits when it comes to firing and losing people faster than any president. Chrump is spending most of his time desperately trying to get his approval rating down to single digits. His poll numbers are breaking new wind. His approval numbers have been on suicide watch since shortly after his record-breaking(ly small) inauguration. His approval numbers have been in intensive therapy, on anti-depressants and drinking heavily for months now. This is a ratings-based administration and with ratings like theirs, this shitshow should be cancelled before every single sponsor pulls their ads permanently. I have it on good authority that the Constitution says that when a president’s approval rating reaches a single-digit number during his first term, he is automatically tarred, feathered, and marched down Pennsylvania Avenue while the (real) largest crowd ever gathered in Washington, DC looks on, cheering with gleeful abandon.

I. Mangrey reporting. Speak to me only with thy comments.