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  • Stone Vows To Keep His Yap Shut And Get A Loyalty Tat

    Stone Vows To Keep His Yap Shut And Get A Loyalty Tat

    This Stone isn’t rolling, he swears he’s not rolling.

    Roger Stone ain’t no stinkin’ rat!

    The recently arrested political consultant and Trump whisperer called The Lint Screen offices to give the 4-1-1.

    “Listen up, see?” Stone began the conversation, “I didn’t do nothin’ wrong, okay? Everything I did was all on the up and up, twenty-three skidoo and kosher. And the flatfoot gumshoes know it. The feds nabbed me, gave me the bum’s rush to put some heat on the big boss. But I ain’t dropping no dime on the Don. No way, no how. This galoot don’t spill no beans. My lips are Elmered shut. I’m no stoolie, see? This bird don’t sing like some dame at the opera–– and he won’t ever warble–– right up to when I get fitted for a Chicago overcoat!”

    Stone excused himself to get a cigar to chomp on and he continued.

    “Only rats turn and squawk, see, and I ain’t no rat like Cohen. Wait’ll he gets inside the big house–– he may have a little accident, see? Like maybe he’s introduced to mister shiv, or he meets the business end of a pillowcase stuffed with oranges, or he accidentally slips on a bar of soap in the showers and falls on a line of men. Things happen, see, that’s all I’m sayin’.”

    Stone paused and puffed his cigar. “Look, I’ve got my gat and guts galore. I’m lousy with the jack and hootch. Got my Jane and her gams go into infinity. I can hit the mattresses like Sleeping Beauty for a long, long stretch. Trust me, palsy, there are no Heebie-Jeebies, here. I’m cool as a cucumber with Foster Grants.”

    The tough mook took a long guzzle of something from a bottle. ‘Lemme tell ya somethin’ else, newshawk. I played ball with Tricky Dick Nixon. I admired the hell out of that guy, so much so I got a tattoo of his puss on my back. Well, guess what? I’m getting a tat of big boss daddy Donald J’s mug on my chest. That’ll show my loyalty to my two guys. Now take a powder and scram, I’m taking the fifth and I don’t need no buttinskis!”

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  • Wilbur Ross Calls Gov’t Shutdown Employees “Slackers”

    Wilbur Ross Calls Gov’t Shutdown Employees “Slackers”

    Willy says furloughed workers need to “toughen up.”

    The U.S. Secretary of Commerce Wilbur Ross is frustrated with the state of the union. In an exclusive interview with The Lint Screen, the featured model for the month of March on the U.S. Cabinet “Nudie” Calendar spoke candidly about his views.

    “I keep hearing how bad these 800,000 furloughed government employees have it. Wah wah wah! Well, I say, ‘Hogwash!’ The president has orchestrated the biggest economic boom in our nation’s history–– get a couple of jobs at WalMart, Burger King or driving Uber rather than sitting at home bellyaching. For goodness sake, I have some lawn work that needs to be done and gutters that need cleaning! The bottom line is these slackers need to toughen up. We all have to do our part to get the wall built for our president!“

    Ross has other commonsensical solutions for those feeling a financial pinch during the shutdown.

    “I don’t understand why people don’t get a loan from their bank or a credit union. Better yet, ask your father for a loan. Or, get an advance on your trust fund. Cripes, you can even sell some Amazon or Netflix stock, there’s no law against taking some profits off the table. If you’re in a real pinch, go to a pawn shop and hock one of your Rolexes or some gold bullion. These are just my top of the head spitball ideas, I’m sure I can come up with a hundred more.”

    Ross disputes the claims that Trump and his administration have no empathy or compassion for the middle class.

    “Listen, that’s a bunch of malarky! This administration loves commoners. We believe any serf who puts in a hard day’s work deserves a scrap of bread and sip from the water bucket. That’s the American dream in action. It’s what built this nation. I am confident we’ll get through this rough patch, then we can get back to managing our real estate and investment portfolios. Stay strong, common people, we’re all in this together!”

  • Pelosi Discloses Her Plans To Destroy America

    Pelosi Discloses Her Plans To Destroy America

    The evil one tells her game plan, be afraid–– very afraid!

    If there’s one thing Speaker of The House Nancy Pelosi hates, it’s you.

    “I can’t stand America,” Pelosi told The Lint Screen. “The only thing I hate more is Americans. Especially the patriotic ones.”

    Indeed. The pixie of a woman is hellbent on the destruction of our great God-loving, flag-waving, MAGA hat-wearing nation.

    “Trump keeps talking about his border wall. He’s never going to get it, not as long as I’m drawing breath,” Pelosi said while snapping the necks of adorable infants. “I could care less about those people affected by the government shutdown, there will be no big beautiful border wall for Trump!” Pelosi spat on the ground, chugged from her bottle of Southern Comfort and placed a plug of chewing tobacco in her right cheek before continuing.

    “Democrats want open borders for caravans of rapists, drug smugglers, murderers, terrorists, kids with bad attitudes who need a good talking to so that they’ll straighten up and fly right, and devil worshippers. A wall is a trusted and proven technology for keeping people out. Nothing can get past a wall! Look at China–– it’s nothing but Chinese people thanks to their wall! Walls do for security what wheels do for mobility. And we can’t keep criminals out–– not when I make a ton of money by letting them in.”

    Pelosi said she operates a “coyote” operation that charges illegals bags of cash to make it safely into America. “It’s a ruse I’ve been running out of the House for years.”

    But that’s not all! Pelosi is also palsies with Pootie.

    “Putin and I are thick as thieves,” Pelosi said as she petted “Ralphie” her pet rat. “I’ve met with the Vladinator five times and we’ve talked for hours, alone. Just me and the big man. What did we talk about? Just never you mind. None of your bee’s wax. See if you can find one shred of evidence about anything we said–– I dare you! You won’t. There’s no record and if there was, I destroyed it.”

    The Speaker also likes to take advantage of her position of power. “I have hundreds of Air BnBs nationwide,” she said, “and lobbyists and foreign countries know they’d better book with me if they want to get America’s business. I charge them a buttload for the privilege. You scratch my back, I’ll take the scratch from your wallet. Easy peasy!”

    She can’t stand the freedom of the press. “It’s too much,” she said. “Saudi Arabia Prince Mohammed bin Salman had the right idea. You want to have a free press, be prepared to pay the price.”

    Pelosi considers Trump an enemy. “He is doing an incredible job of running the country, I have to do everything I can to try and trip him–– like Mueller’s witch hunt! The Republicans have proven they only care about the little guy and the middle class. Look at that huge tax cut they delivered last year. That money went straight into the pockets of Joe Sixpack and Jane Lunchbox. How are Democrats supposed to fight that?”

    The petite woman finished chugging her SoCo and hurled the empty bottle at the wall smashing it. “Trump is a natural born leader. He’s smart, mature, empathetic, compassionate, has flawless integrity and high morales. Donald Trump never got anything. He made his own way. He did it his way with brains and hard work. Hell, he was a millionaire at age eight! He makes Horatio Alger look like a slacker. Trump pulled himself up by the bootstraps and made himself the incredible success he is today. The guy’s an American success story in orange pudgy flesh. I envy him. He makes me want to cut his Achilles tendons with a rusty linoleum knife.”

    Pelosi’s eye rolled back into her skull. She sat up. “Mama needs her a fix,” she told this reporter. “Hand me your belt and skedaddle. Time for me to ride Satan’s horse!”

  • Giuliani Clarifies His Trump Defense Strategy

    Giuliani Clarifies His Trump Defense Strategy

    Rudy is shocked at how the media is distorting his words and his client’s innocence.

    President Trump’s personal legal beagle, Rudy Giuliani stopped by The Lint Screen offices this morning to clarify statements he made to CNN yesterday.

    “It’s outrageous how the lamestream liberal media is putting words in my mouth,” Rudy screamed, flashing his million-dollar smile and exuding studliness. “The president has never changed his position. Of course, some people in the Trump campaign colluded with the Russians. Why not, who doesn’t? We’ve never denied that. I’ve been saying for a long time that some people were probably colluding–– but how could we possibly know? Are we God?” The legal mastermind shrugged his manly shoulders and trained his beautiful brown babies on his listeners. He continued making his bulletproof case.

    “But the president himself has never colluded with the Russians. Never. Never, ever, ever! Period. Full stop. The end! And even if he did collude with the Russians, it wouldn’t be illegal because he knew he was going to be elected president, and everyone knows that if the president does it, it is by definition legal. That’s called The Presidential Privilege Law. Look it up! I’m dead serious here–– I’m a really good lawyer, dammit!”

    Giuliani pounded the desk. “Damn, that hurts!” The beefcake rubbed his seductive paw and grimaced his Hollywood handsome face. “I’ll sue you and this office furniture for assault and battery! Everyone is out to get me and the president! And if somehow someone finds that collusion with Russia is illegal, so what? Hypothetically speaking reality is questionable and the president does not exist. So how can he be guilty of anything? See, there is positively no case against the president.”

    We asked the legal expert if he was concerned about the many investigations into the Trump campaign and the shady business practices of The Trump Organization.

    “Absolutely not,” declared the bar association’s sexiest sex symbol as he tossed the luxurious locks on his head and gave a come-hither look.

    “Mueller’s on a witch hunt. Congress is cooking up schemes to chase the president. We’re not worried. An innocent man never sweats. And Donald Trump is as dry as a cucumber on a Turkish towel under a tanning light.”

    The hottie dabbed his damp face with his necktie sopping up sweat like he was thirsty cornbread in a puddle of red gravy. He did it in a devil-may-care manner, oozing manly pheromones.  Rudy wrung-out the tie and made his summation.

    “The president is absolutely innocent. There was no collusion. Or, very little collusion. Maybe some collusion. Okay, perhaps a lot of collusion and Putin is calling all the shots. But for the last time, there’s nothing to see here. Case closed. Now let’s build that border wall and fix everything that’s wrong with America!”

  • Borscht Or Burgers? Trump Goes American

    Borscht Or Burgers? Trump Goes American

    Prez decides to serve beefy football players beef-like burgers

    President Trump faced a difficult decision yesterday–– what to serve the college football champion Clemson Tigers during their White House celebration visit.

    “The president has excellent taste,” political advisor Stephen Miller told The Lint Screen. “He originally wanted to expand the palates of the players with bowls of borscht, a beety bounty. Umm, who doesn’t like borscht? But he had a change of mind.”

    Instead, Trump decided on serving a buffet of fast food burgers, fries, salads, and pizza.

    “The White House kitchen is closed because of the government shutdown––which is the fault of the traitor Democrats,” Miller said. “So, our glorious leader took matters into his hands and ordered the delicious American food. He even paid for it with his very own money. American money! Obviously, the president loves America, and the Democrats do not.”

    When the bills for the food arrived, the president offered to pay ten cents on the dollar. “It was great advertising,” said Miller. “He is a great leader.”

  • Exclusive: Trump-Putin Secret Helsinki Meeting Transcript

    Exclusive: Trump-Putin Secret Helsinki Meeting Transcript

    “The President’s Club” had a super secret meeting–– but we’ve got the inside dope!

    The Lint Screen has secured a top secret transcript of a private meeting President Donald J. Trump held with Russian President Vladimir Putin in Helsinki in July.

    The document is the only known transcript of this meeting. Immediately following the world leader pow wow, the translators suffered fatal bone saw accidents. Somehow a transcript was made and marked “HUSH HUSH, SUPER SECRET–– DON’T READ, THIS MEANS YOU!!!!” The papers were wrapped around a baby sturgeon and left outside The Lint Screen offices where they stunk to high heaven.

    Here is the transcript in its entirety.

    DT: I’m doing pretty great, right, boss?
    VP: Pretty good, Donald. Not bad.
    DT: I think I’m doing a tremendous job, everyone says so.
    VP: Did you bring me the nuclear codes?
    DT: Oh, I forgot. I left them at the hotel.
    VP: I need the codes, Donald.
    DT: I’ll get them to you, no worries. What’s your email again?
    VP: No emails. No digital trails, Donald. We’ve talked about this.

    DT: Right. What’s a digital trail again?

    VP: Emails. Texts.

    DT: What about Tweets? Everyone loves my Tweets.

    VP: No Tweets. Absolutely not!

    DT: I write excellent Tweets. I get a ton of news coverage with my Tweets. They’re very presidential. Everyone reads my Tweets.

    VP: That’s why we don’t want Tweets, Donald. Remember– secrecy! We need secrecy.

    DT: Right. Secrecy. Super secret! My lips are sealed, boss.

    VP: Good.

    DT: I could give you the codes in a Hannity interview. He really, really likes me.

    VP: No! Not on television.

    DT: But Hannity’s not digital. And he gets great ratings. I can also talk to Fox and Friends, they’re very well respected! They like me, too.

    VP: No. The codes are strictly between you and me.

    DT: You and me. Right!

    VP: No one else needs to know. No one.

    DT: Right. A president’s club secret. Just us.

    VP: Good. Have you killed Mueller yet?

    DT: Mueller’s running the world’s biggest witch hunt!

    VP: Yes, yes, I know, Donald. Did you kill him?

    DT: No collusion!

    VP: Right, no collusion. Have you killed him yet?

    DT: I can kill him?

    VP: Not you, have someone else do it.

    DT: Jared? Ivanka? Have you seen Ivanka lately? She’s so hot! Incredible body.

    VP: It shouldn’t be a family member, Donald.

    DT: Right. Jared has a full plate anyway–– Middle East peace, opioid epidemic, infrastructure, cure poverty, more tax cuts for rich, world hunger, more revenue for the Trump organization, and some other stuff. And Ivanka–– man, she looks so fine.

    VP: Focus, Donald! Who will take care of your Muller problem?

    DT: Focus. Right. Let me think.

    (AN AWKWARD TWELVE MINUTES OF SILENCE)

    DT: I got it, boss–– Pence!

    VP: Pence. Yes, Pence is good–– no one would suspect him.

    DT: He’s a goody two shoes. I’ll order him to do it. He has to do whatever I say.

    VP: Just get it done before Mueller releases something.

    DT: It’s a total witch hunt. No collusion. None.

    VP: Right. Did you get my orders about shutting down the government?

    DT: Yes. I’ll do it. A government shutdown, check!

    VP: How? What’s your plan?

    DT: The wall. My big, beautiful wall. Build my wall or I’ll shut down the government!

    VP: Good. Blame it on the Democrats.

    DT: It’s the Democrat’s fault! Very weak on border security. They want to let rapists and murderers in. 

    VP: Get it done.

    DT: The wall shutdown. Right! No worries, boss! I’m your man.

    VP: That’s what I like to hear. To be sure you stay on task, I will have Sergei Lavrov and Sergey Kislyak checking up on you. Get them an office next to yours.

    DT: I can get them desks in my Oval Office. I have that power. Love those guys.

    VP: No, that might be too much. Too close. We don’t want to arouse any suspicion.

    DT: Right. Secrecy. Keep it secret. I’ll find them some office space in The White House. Maybe the Lincoln bedroom–– Lincoln never sleeps in there.

    VP: Lincoln is dead, Donald.

    DT: That explains it. Lincoln was an awful president. Very bad.

    VP: Just get your tasks done and keep Sergei Lavrov and Sergey Kislyak informed.

    DT: Will do, skipper!

    VP: Don’t call me that.

    DT: Sorry, boss.

    VP: Let’s break this up. Not a word to anyone about what we discussed.

    DT: Mum’s the word. Check!

    VP: Keep up the good work, Donald. We will talk later about the Trump Kremlin Tower.

    DT: It will be a great addition to the Moscow skyline.

    VP: Yes, yes. Do your job, Donald.

    DT: I will. I’ll make you proud.

    VP: You had better do that, or else––

    DT: No collusion!

    VP: No collusion. Now get me those codes, Donald!

    DT: Will do, skip!

    VP: Quit calling me that!

    DT: Sure thing, boss.

    THE MEN STAND, SHAKE HANDS AND EXIT.

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