"Danger Will Seeker! Danger! Trump joke ahead!"
Yes, that is right--it is time to talk about Trump.
Our glorious President, Donald J. Trump...
The world's biggest kid...
Last year, he went to France for a state visit, and he came back home with just one take-away...
He wants a military parade, right down Pennsylvania avenue, in the middle of Washington DC...
Because he was impressed by the Bastille Day parade he saw.
And why shouldn't he be? After all, everyone loves a good parade.
Especially kids.
And President Trump is just a big kid at heart.
I say we give him a military parade.
[Crowd reacts.]
Hear me out. It doesn't matter if you like Trump or not. [Taps side of head.] You might be able to get something out of this.
First off, be grateful that he only wants a parade. He could have wanted things like the ability to guillotine his enemies...
[Mixed reaction from the crowd.]
[Waves hands.] Yes, yes, I know...
"Evil failed journalist liberal comedian bringing shame to the occult convention circuit get their heads chopped off first."
Just remember, we know the history of the French Revolution. The people manning the guillotine, feeding the criminal politic class into the guillotine, ended up getting guillotined themselves. You may think it is a good idea now...
"But not so much when it is your own head coming off!"
Or he could have insisted that we all learn French because they are good immigrants who would never chop anyone's head off.
I don't know about you. But after a year of high school French, and another year of college French, I still can't say, "Don't you think executing all journalists, comedians, and your political enemies is a bad idea?!?" I presume that I somehow missed that day when that important statement was covered.
Or worse, he could have decided that American national dish is now Barbecued Frogger.
"Mmmm...tasty flat frog, perfectly tenderized by fifteen ton tank, flame broiled with a flame thrower, just perfect for your Fourth of July barbecue. Nom, nom--eat it up."
So he wants a parade...
A parade that is going to cost millions...
For the life of me, I could not find a reasonable estimate on how much it would cost...
But one thing was sure...
Most of the cost would be chewed up by road repairs.
"Who would have guessed that tanks driving down the street would tear up the streets that badly."
And if you got to schedule some money, and the Army Corp of Engineers to fix the street anyways "after the most attended military parade ever," how about we choose a street that already needs repairs?
[Does his Car Model Girl mime as he talks.] "Yes, we are going to have the military parade here...on Pothole Avenue, which is famous for having the most potholes per square mile. Just last week, that pothole over there ate an entire VW van, painted with cheerful flowers and rainbows, and completely packed to the brim with pot smoking hippies. Now that the hippies have fallen into the bottomless trap that we set for them, it is time to Make This Road Great Again! Yes, for the mere cost of a few tanks, some missile trucks, maybe a few planes flying overhead, and a lot of infrastructure money--which we have been promised--we can finally have a really great road. Call it urban renewal. Plus after the tanks finish tearing up the road, we will have no more excuse not to dig up the lead water pipes and replace with gold water pipes, just in time for the many rich people who are going to move to this neighborhood after it becomes the greatest neighborhood in the country. Hail King Trump!"
What?!? Your street doesn't need repairs? Your street is pothole free? Your neighborhood can't use some infrastructure money? How nice it must be to live in a Trump branded neighborhood.
"In the meantime, those poor hippies, they were my friends. Who am I going to smoke pot with now?"
And if we do it right, we could have a military parade every week, in a different neighborhood. "Call it urban renewal."
And Trump will be very happy. For after all, he holds one of the most important jobs in the world--all of which are required to love parades.
[Counts on fingers.] Pope. Required to love parades. Has special car with a bubble top, so that he can wave at the crowds at parades.
President. Required to love parades. And we have a really fine parade lover here. Maybe the most parade loving President ever. I assume that he has a special car to ride in parades. If not, the local car dealership can provide one. They provided one for the homecoming queen to ride in, why not the President?
And Superior Guru of All Things Magical and Occult Worth Knowing. Required to love parades. Has a special SegWay to ride, so they can lead the parade, and be upfront...
Because without them, how would we know what political enemies to hate? They have to lead because...
"The rest of us are idiots who would not know evil from a hole in the ground." [Pauses and makes a puzzled face.] "Why is there a tank parked in that pothole full of hippies?"
Parade loving is right in the job description of the three most important jobs in the world. Otherwise, how do you explain the typical day of someone holding these jobs?
[Does his mime of pounding on a computer keyboard, beating a dead horse, and waving at a crowd while riding a SegWay and leading a parade.]
Now, I will admit that we have to invoke some safety rules for these military parades...
Simply because we can't have the series finale of the Trump Show come too soon.
[Mimes pressing a button, rocket launch, and big mushroom explosion.]
Remember if we don't give him enough attention, he will surprise us with the ultimate surprise.
"And I don't look good in glow-in-the-dark radiation."
First safety rule...
Don't load the guns.
This is important rule for big kids like to press buttons.
[Mimes pressing a button, rocket launch, and big mushroom explosion.]
Second safety rule...
Do not seat him next to my mother.
Let us learn from last year's Fourth of July rodeo parade and barbeque...
For if we sit him next to my mother, we will have an executive order issued the next day, that requires every occultist and witch to be burned at the stake before having our ashes deported to whatever soccer hooligan land we came from.
"United States? No...what if I don't know where my ancestors came from? Oh, launched into space. Nice. Always wanted to visit Mars."
Third safety rule...
Don't let him grope the homecoming queen. Just because she is a beaver with big teeth does not mean that she deserves to be groped. In fact, maybe we should give her a taser. Just to be on the safe side.
[Mimes groping and electric shock therapy.]
Fourth safety rule...
Make sure that he is entertained.
"Otherwise, we might get bombed."
I suggest putting some of his enemies, journalists, hippies, those damned Democrats, in a clown car.
[Mimes smoking pot.] After all, I am quite sure that is where he thinks they come from.
Fifth safety rule...
Do not tell him that the sword wielding Jedi knights are not part of his military. Instead, tell him that we are preparing to fight off an invasion of time traveling octopods from the demonic suns.
"Totally believable man."
Sixth safety rule...
And the most important...
Do not let him examine the tanks too carefully.
After all, we do not want him to realize that we used hippie vans, covered with Styrofoam, chicken wire, cardboard and tissue paper, painted a nice military green, to create some realistic looking tanks, so that we could actually get some of the infrastructure funds promised to my neighborhood.
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