Back to the future?
It’s a mash-up of our favorite movies, a little Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and that Henry Fonda movie, The Ox-Bow Incident. At the head of a citizens’ army, Donald J. Trump marches into the chamber of the House of Representatives to confront Mike Pence, who did not have the courage to do what should have been done to protect our country and the Constitution.
Nor does the Secret Service. They yank the spark plugs from The Beast in a futile bid to prevent Trump from driving himself to the nation’s Capitol. No worries. The 45th President hitches a ride with a not-too Proud Boy from Shiocton, graciously agreeing to ride in the bed of the pickup truck with Zed and The Gimp, last seen in that pawn shop in Pulp Fiction. (Zed wasn’t dead after all!)
The fighting at the barricades is fierce but over-matched police — modern-day Redcoats — retreat at the sight of the 45th President — blue-faced like Mel Gibson in Braveheart — courageously ramming the staff of Old Glory through the Capitol’s windows. (Note to Ben Mankiewicz: it’s a metaphor for the screwing America was getting.) “Fight like hell,” the President shouts. “You’ll never win by being weak!”
Once inside, there is no stopping the patriots (except for Rudy, who had discovered Nancy Pelosi’s cache of cabernet sauvignon). Maniacally arching his eyebrows and bugging his eyes, Trump drives an axe into the mahogany doors of the House chamber. “Here’s Johnny!” he announces.
Smelling of bear piss, patriots clad in body armor and camo follow their Dear Leader into the House chamber. The QAnon shaman dangles a taunting noose. He cackles like Virgil Tibbs’ factory floor antagonists in In the Heat of the Night. (Trump will later name him attorney general.) Mitch McConnell retreats into his protective carapace. One of the good ol’ boys orders Adam Schiff to make noises like a pig. Soo-EEE! The camera averts its gaze.
Trump grabs Mike Pence, kisses him full on the mouth. “You broke my heart. You broke my heart.” Pence breaks away, Trump cries after him, “You’re still my vice president.” The veep is believed to be somewhere in New York City, very afraid.
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“Who would YOU cast as Trump?”
Trump is clearly a narcissist so of course thinks that no one could play the part like he could, so why not just cast Trump to get the full effect?
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Linda Lovelace brought back from the dead through deep fake tech to play VP-elect Kamala Harris.
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“Who would YOU cast as Trump?”
Orson Welles would have crafted a memorable portrayal of Donald Trump.
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My pick would be Gableman. Fat, crooked, grifter surrounded by a bunch of thieving cowards that are gaming the system. Gableman deletes, trump flushes, Meadows burns. And the IRS says I need to save my returns for 10 years.
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Anyone who thinks you need to keep IRS RETURNS for ten (10) years is a breathtakingly bespawling addlepate.
‘Course, the generationally dependent might be governed by different rules…..?
The Gotch
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Your post is as dumb as cruz picking a fight with Elmo. I forgot to add that Gableman and trump have the same lawless disregard for judges orders.
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Nick Nolte…Gary Busey…?
The Gotch
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I think Christopher Walken would play a mighty fine Donald Trump.
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If Zed’s not dead, he sure wishes he was.
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America is shocked, shocked, to learn that Trump is an a**hole.
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