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  • God Tells Trump To Go To Hell

    God Tells Trump To Go To Hell

    The Lord God Almighty has had enough of ‘The Donald.’

    Almighty God doesn’t usually give interviews. He lets his actions and “natural disasters” speak. But last night, He reached out to The Lint Screen in an exclusive interview.

    “I’m a pretty mellow Guy,” God said. “But I’ve had My fill of that horse’s ass Donald Trump. What kind of sadistic bastard orders cops and troops to shoot rubber bullets, tear gas, and explosive caps on his own citizens who are peacefully protesting? And why? So he can march across the street and hold My Good Book upside down for a photo op. Disgraceful. He’s never read any book, let alone The Good Book. What a joke.”

    One could easily hear the disappointment in the Creator’s booming baritone voice.”Only an idiot would buy Trump’s religious act,” God said. “The man doesn’t have a shred of moral fiber. He has no character. He never has. The guy’s a two-bit con man through and through. The prick’s an adulterer, liar, cheat, and crook. His behavior says it all–– Trump has anti-social personality disorders and extreme narcissism. Him a Christian–– what a crock. He lusts after his daughter! What a blasphemer.”

    The Supreme Being sighs in disgust.

    “It sickens Me that he tries to wrap himself in My cloak of divinity. Trump only cares about himself. Look at what I gave him–– he was born with a gold spoon in his mouth, he was rounding third base at birth. And what’s he do? Screws up everything he touches and blows his daddy’s fortune because of his boneheaded mismanagement. Donald Trump’s a selfish, spoiled rotten brat. Look, a pretty merciful Guy, but he can go to hell for all I care. Leave Me out of this. I want no part of that asswipe.”

    God excuses himself.

    “Sorry, but I gotta run. We’re re-watching The Sopranos. I love that show.” God chuckles. “Trump makes Tony look like a level-headed guy. Later.”

    And with that, the clouds came back together blocking the glaring sun, the heavenly call is done.

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  • Jared Put in Charge of Race Relations in America

    Jared Put in Charge of Race Relations in America

    President Trump’s personal “Mr. Fix It” is charged with solving the U.S. race problem.

    Donald Trump is disturbed by some of the images he has seen on cable news.

    “It looks like some people are upset,” the president, sequestered in his fortified bunker deep beneath the White House, told The Lint Screen. “I don’t know how anyone could be unhappy. I’ve been doing a great job on the pandemic, and I signed a bunch of $1200 checks to bail people out. You would think everyone would be thanking me–– but I guess there’s no pleasing some people.”

    Despite all he has done in making America great again, he has seen the news reports of people protesting and rioting all across his country.

    “I don’t get it,” he says with a shrug. “They say some people think there’s a problem with cops busting black people. I’ve told the police it’s okay to rough up criminals, got to teach them a lesson. But maybe a bad apple or two in the police department have spoiled it for everyone else. Whatever it is, these protesters seem pretty upset about something, so I’m going to fix it.“

    True to his word, the president has charged his son-in-law Jared Kushner with solving race relations in America.

    “Jared’s an incredible guy,” the prez boasted. “He was smart enough to marry my gorgeous daughter, he beat me to the punch on that,” the portly man says with a chuckle and wink. “And Jared brought peace to the Middle East; no one thought it could be done. He made opioid addiction in the U.S. disappear, he’s been a pandemic all-star, and has always done a tremendous job with everything. I call him my personal ‘Mr. Fix It’ because that’s what he does–– fixes issues. Here he comes now.”

    The lanky young man enters the bunker dressed in a $4,000 Dolce and Gabbana tailored suit and a $250 Gucci tie. He moves like a marionette as he approaches and sits with us to talk about his plan to settle the country.

    “I think I understand where my black brothers and sisters are coming from,” he says with a nervous smile. “They do not feel as if they are getting a fair shake with the fuzz. I can dig that, man,” he says, as he gives a thumbs-up sign. “I will call a black leader and ask him to, ‘Chill, dude. It’ll all be cool, my man. Word.’ And that should settle things down quickly.”

    This reporter asked why he doesn’t just go out into the streets and talk directly with protest leaders, and Kushner bristles.

    “I’ve got a lot on my plate,” he says. “I think a phone call will do the trick.” His father-in-law nudges him.

    “And, Jared, don’t forget to tell the blacks to vote Trump in November,” the prez says. “What have they got to lose?”

    That MAGA train keeps on a-rollin’!

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  • Trump Fires Medical Science, Will Rely On “My Brain And Gut To Keep Americans Healthy”

    Trump Fires Medical Science, Will Rely On “My Brain And Gut To Keep Americans Healthy”

    The Stable Genius will use his noodle to keep Americans healthy.

    President Trump loves America, and he is disappointed medical science has failed its citizens.

    “All these so-called experts are big phonies,” Trump told The Lint Screen. “I listened to Dr. Fauci and all his stupid eggheads. And what happened? Now we have over 100,000 Americans dead. Well, that’s on them, not me. Obama, too. I accept no responsibility for their mistakes.”

    The president has decided to take a new tack in the war on “the pandemic hoax”–– to rely on what has performed miracles in the past–– himself!

    “I have been an incredibly successful businessman,” he crowed. “All my life, I’ve had the Midas touch. I’m worth over $140 billion. I had the best ratings in TV history on The Apprentice. No one has ever seen the kind of numbers I got. Viewers loved me.”

    And he rode his juggernaut of fame all the way into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

    “No one thought I could win the presidency, but I had over 94% of the popular vote, and I got 1,000 electoral college votes.” He beams with pride. “No one’s ever seen such a huge landslide. No wonder I had the largest inauguration crowd ever. It made Obama’s look like a Tupperware party.”

    His eyes glaze as the portly president fondly recalls his past accomplishments, then, he snaps to attention.

    “And how did I do all those amazing things?” he asks. “I’ll tell you. My brain and gut. And that’s what I’m going to use to keep Americans healthy.”

    He announced he will ignore all medical science. “We tried that, and it was a disaster. Horrible. From now on, I’m going to use my massive brain and great gut instinct.”

    Mike Pence nods his head in agreement.

    “Great idea, boss–– I mean, your excellency,” the veep chirps, as he drops to his knees and begins tongue lashing Trump’s wingtips.

    “Not now, Mike.” Trump gives Pence a hard kick in his skull. The milquetoast man yelps as he scampers out the door. Trump continues.

    “I want all Americans to know I am going to fight for them,” Trump says. “I’ve talked to Franklin Graham, Mike Huckabee, and a lot of the other Jesus kook Bible thumpers, and they’re going to say a bunch of prayers for the pandemic to go away. And I’m confident it will. The coronavirus will miraculously disappear, just like I predicted.”

    Trump pumps his chest out as his belly oozes over his belt.

    “My brains and gut,” the morbidly obese man says as he points to his head and stomach. “That’s what’s going to save America.”

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  • Prez Recalls “Tremendous Heartbreak” Of Missed Hole-in-One

    Prez Recalls “Tremendous Heartbreak” Of Missed Hole-in-One

    The Big Man almost nabbed a historic moment over the weekend.

    This Memorial Day weekend, as COVID-19 ravages America, and people remember fallen heroes and those who bravely fought for our freedom, President Donald J. Trump grappled with his troubles–– the one that might have been.

    Trump, who made America great again and has been its great protector during the global pandemic, took a well-earned break and visited his golf club in Sterling, Virginia.

    “The fake news didn’t like it,” Trump told The Lint Screen. “But I’ve been working overtime for months. I have blisters on both my thumbs from Tweeting, and I swear I’m getting carpal tunnel from working the TV remote. No president has ever worked harder than me. None!”

    So, the commander-in-chief played golf to recharge his batteries and experienced the kind of unimaginable heartbreak few Americans will ever know. 

    “I was teeing up on the 14th,” he recalls. “It’s a beautiful hole. It might be the greatest, toughest hole in golf. It’s 142-yards into the wind. I grabbed my 7-iron, took a nice easy swing, and launched a missile right at the flag. The ball hit five yards short, took a big bounce, hit the flagstick and landed eight feet from the cup. I almost had a hole-in-one–– would have been my second one. I don’t think Washington or Lincoln had any holes-in-one. They were lousy golfers. Horrible presidents.”

    Tears began welling in his steely blues as he recalls with agony the fleeting memory of what might have been.

    “I was so close,” he says with his hands almost touching each other. “It chokes me up even thinking about it. I’ll never forget the tremendous heartbreak of that shot. It was absolutely devastating.”

    Trump takes a deep inhale and shakes it off, coming back to his usual chipper self.

    “But I guess that’s what Memorial Day is all about, right? Great memories. That incredible shot of mine is a memory that will stay with me for a long, long time. I was so close.”

    Trump shrugs. “I gave myself a hole-in-one anyway. I think that’s what the golf gods would have wanted. I played a pretty great round. Shot my age–– 52. Not bad.”

    He winks and wobbles away.

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  • Trump Demands Americans Worship Him This Weekend

    Trump Demands Americans Worship Him This Weekend

    The president naturally attracts worshippers who want his blessings.

    President Donald Trump has been called The Chosen One, and like Moses returning from Mount Sinai with the Ten Commandments, he has decreed it is time his people return to places of worship.

    “We can’t allow this pandemic cause us to lose our faith,” Trump told The Lint Screen. “All Americans must return to their churches, synagogues, and other religious places, and pray for me.”

    He nods his head to Jared Kushner, standing by the light switch. The Boy Wonder dims the lights as Stephen Miller, standing on a high ladder, trains a spotlight on the president. He hits him with a high beam as Trump raises his arms to heaven, lifts his head, and speaks.

    “Oh, dear Father, hear thy Chosen One,” he says reverently. “For the fake news has been very rude to your humble servant. They ask him nasty questions. Some reporters are women. Very nasty women. They are non-believers, people of little faith who fact check me. They do not believe my sacred word. Very unfair. The Democrats work with the Chinese and develop a coronavirus; they release it unto the world. And the fake news blames me. Smite them, I say. Smite them all to hell! The media should blame the governors–– it’s their responsibility, not mine. I have done a great job. A perfect job. Everyone says so.”

    Kushner turns the lights back on as Stephen Miller transforms into a bat and flutters away. Trump lowers his arms and head, takes a deep inhale, and resumes as a mere mortal, not a divine entity.

    “I want my people to gather in my name this weekend,” he says. “I want places of worship packed to the rafters. And I demand all Americans worship me and pray hard for my re-election. For if my flock loses me, they will be lost, wandering the desert until Satan and Hillary take their souls.”

    The Chosen One is asked about the dangers of his worshippers not practicing social distancing in church. Trump bristles.

    “If some people get the virus and die, that’s on God, not me. Blame Him.”

    Trump raises his arms again and looks upward.

    “Oh, heavenly Father, bestow upon me a bucket of KFC, large mashed potatoes, extra gravy, and a bundt cake!”

    He goes to his desk and waits for his manna from heaven.

    “Proclaiming gets me hungry,” he says.

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  • Trump Blows The Lid Off OBAMAGATE; Claims Squirrels Were Spying On Him

    Trump Blows The Lid Off OBAMAGATE; Claims Squirrels Were Spying On Him

    An un-hinged con man spins new conspiracy theories about the plot against him

    Donald J. Trump has always been known as a genteel gentleman, a mild-mannered man of principle, and the utmost integrity–– but now the gloves are off–– it’s no more mister nice guy!

    The president spoke with The Lint Screen today and unveiled some of the dark secrets he has uncovered in a scandal he has called OBAMAGATE!

    “Obama was the worst president ever,” Trump claimed with his arms crossed. “And what he did to me should never happen again. It was awful. He had squirrels spying me. I saw them in the Oval Office window, squirrels with big bushy tails–– they were obviously transmitters. They’d chase me all the time, trying to hear what I was saying. Reading my lips, reading my mind. Stealing my secrets. These snooping squirrels were trained by the deep state. Those people out to get me. The deep state is a bunch of bad people. Very bad people.”

    But OBAMAGATE doesn’t stop with cagey rodents. The big man hugged himself tighter and continued.

    “Obama also had an army of invisible people spying on me and my family. Melania said she can feel someone watching her while she takes a bubble bath. And not just me watching through the peephole, someone else. Eric said he felt a chill one night when he hung upside down. And Don Jr. is sure someone was in the room when he played with himself on inauguration day. I always have the sensation invisible people are watching my every move. They’re very tall. Invisible giants. I don’t see them, but I know they’re there. Watching, watching, watching––I’m on to you, Obama!”

    Trump drops to the ground, and curls into a ball, wrapping his arms around his knees and rocking back and forth.

    “Obama started the pandemic. He wanted to crash the beautiful economy I built after he left the country in shambles. It was horrible how he ran the economy into the ground. So he started a pandemic to get back at me. I’m taking hydroxychloroquine to protect America. Great stuff, hydroxychloroquine. I get the gummy pills. Tastes like oranges!”

    The president looks up like a frightened child, his eyes bulging like Marty Feldman. He continues his rant.

    “He’s jealous of me,” Trump says. “Obama can’t stand that I made America great again and everyone says I’m the very best president ever–– much better than Lincoln, horribly overrated–– and my people love me so much they want to put my picture on all the money, every bill of the currency and they worship me bigly because I am the chosen one… the chosen one… the chosen one… the evangelicals say so… and that drives Obama crazy and that’s why he has planted a chip in my head that talks in the voice of Christopher Walken and recites nursery rhymes all day and night and I know Mary had a little lamb, I know, I know, and its fleece was white as snow, and everywhere Mary went…”

    He curls tighter into his human-ball and rolls away mumbling to himself.

    OBAMAGATE appears to be working well.

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    Enjoy PD Scullin’s entertaining debut novel “SAWDUST: Love is wilder than a circus” ––  a dark humor romp across America in the early ’80s. You are one click away from a helluva fun ride. Buckle up and go.

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    Enjoy PD Scullin’s debut novel “SAWDUST: Love is wilder than a circus”, a dark humor romp across America in the early ’80s. You’re a click away from a helluva fun ride. Buckle up and go.

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