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The helicopter landed on the White House lawn. Donald Trump descended with his hand on his head to keep his hair in place as a brisk breeze blew. The press corps were waiting for him. The controversial news had been broken  hours earlier by The New York Times, The Washington Post and The Wall Street Journal.

"What is your relationship Adolf Hitler, Mr. President?" began the onslaught.

"Adolf who?"

"Adolf Hitler, Mr. President."

"I know very little about him."

"He's the man who is responsible for the deaths of six million Jews."

"Are they blaming him for the Coronavirus deaths, too? Those crazy left-wing Democrats are blaming me for killing 140,000 Americans. Is this more fake news?"

"Mr. President. He ordered his Nazis to execute six million Jews."

"Is this another hoax? I have said it before and I will say it again. There are some good people among the Nazis."

"He was not a good man, Mr. President."

"I don't know the man; I've never met the man."

"But that's not true, Mr. President. There are pictures of you and him together. Are you going to claim that you have never met him on previous occasions?"

"I go to events. I attend functions. Everybody wants to take a picture with me. They want to know about the many great things that I have accomplished. I've taken pictures with some of you. I have no recollection of taking a picture with this man. What did you say his name was?"

"Adolf Hitler, Mr. President. He is a truly evil man."

"The name rings a bell, but I know very little about him. On the subject of evil, I don't think there has been anybody who has walked this earth more wickedly than Joe Biden. He wants to destroy our country. He wants to take away our liberties. He is a fascist anarchist. He wants to change our culture and rewrite our history. If you want to save America, you will vote for me in November. If you want mobs ruling the streets, death and destruction at every corner, people dying from unchecked diseases, rampant unemployment and China controlling our government, put a pistol to your temple, pull the trigger and vote for Biden. It's an easy choice. You can pick a genius who has made the United States of America the greatest country in the history of mankind or you can pick a mindless moron suffering from Alzheimer's. Thank-you. I will have several major announcements at my afternoon news conference. Excuse me. I'm having lunch with Ivanka. It's a shame she is my daughter. She has the most amazing cleavage."

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