satire
Writing Weird Fiction in Trump’s America
“I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and irritating… and it gets everywhere.”
(Kudos if you get the reference.)
If The Inauguration Were a Play Written by W.S. Gilbert
Dramatis Personae
Donald Trump: President-Elect
Barack Obama: Outgoing President
John Roberts: Chief Justice of the Supreme Court (And a good judge too!)
Bill Clinton: A former President
Hillary Clinton: A former Secretary of State
Al Gore: A former Vice-President
Chorus of Senators, Representatives, and Townspeople.
Act I. Scene: Washington D.C. A frigid winter day. The familiar landmarks seen in the background. TRUMP discovered standing at podium.
TRUMP: Well, well, at long last the fruits of my eighteen months’ labor are to be crowned with inestimable glory. At noon today, I shall finally achieve the august rank of President, defying all the many baleful prophecies set forth by the ignorant laymen and avowed antagonists of my singular quest. The prospect is Elysian–big league!
(Enter BARACK OBAMA, BILL and HILLARY CLINTON, AL GORE and Chorus. Chorus seen begging OBAMA in a furious state of agitation.)
OBAMA: There’s no getting out of it. The law is the law. At 12 o’ clock today, I relinquish control of the office to my elected successor.
(Chorus much dejected)
OBAMA (aside): Never mind my misgivings about his personality, or his total contempt for my liberal policy agenda; not to mention his hiring investigators to find evidence that I am not a legitimate president. I’m a constitutional lawyer–it’s built into my, er, constitution– and respect for the law, unpleasant as it may be, is paramount! (aloud, to TRUMP) Well look, Donald, I certainly wish you the best with your efforts to undo everything I have done. I have heard it said that you wish to, er, how does it go? “Make America Great Again” by “draining the swamp” is that right?
TRUMP: Yes, that sounds like something I would say.
OBAMA: I know we have had our differences over the years, but I do hope we can put those behind us, and work together in a spirit of mutual bipartisan cooperation for the betterment of the country.
TRUMP (aside): This fellow still thinks I listen to people. Sad! (aloud) Beautiful, very very beautiful! I’ll have my people look into it.
(Enter CHIEF JUSTICE ROBERTS, looking harried and nervous)
TRUMP: What’s the matter with you?
OBAMA (checking his watch): The inauguration does not occur for another half-hour yet.
ROBERTS (frenzied): Stop–stop, both of you! There is a problem here.
TRUMP: Problem? What do you mean? Explain!
ROBERTS: Mr. Trump’s investigators have just completed their report on President Obama’s birth certificate and by extension, eligibility to hold office!
(OBAMA and TRUMP both much affected)
OBAMA: What!
TRUMP: I had forgotten all about that!
ROBERTS: Yes, well it seems that Mr. Obama’s birth certificate really was a forgery! They fabricated it using someone else’s birth certificate.
(OBAMA staggers in disbelief.)
TRUMP (Triumphantly): I knew it all along!
ROBERTS: But there’s more to it than that–it seems that the certificate they used was yours, Mr. Trump! They simply wrote “Hawaii” over “New York”.
TRUMP: So?
ROBERTS: So, technically you’ve already served two terms–
OBAMA (clapping TRUMP on the back) –and a fine two terms they were, if I may say so myself.
ROBERTS: –and you can’t serve a third.
TRUMP: This is ridiculous–then who is going to be President?
ROBERTS: I’ve checked into that–the results of the last three elections are all invalid, and so we can’t use those. And the winner of the two before that is obviously ineligible to serve as well. As such, I have taken the liberty of convening the court to overturn the results of Bush v. Gore.
(All gasp. ROBERTS motions GORE to step forward.)
ROBERTS: I give you: the Next President of the United States!
ALL except TRUMP: Hurrah!
GORE: Fallacy somewhere, I fancy.
All except TRUMP exeunt in jubilation. TRUMP lowers his head dejectedly.
CURTAIN
I made fun of Romney in 2012 for being a “generic Republican”…
Does Donald Trump read this blog?
I wrote that Trump should have apologized, and a few days later, he does just that. He didn’t do the profuse heartfelt apology I recommended, but by Trump standards, it was an apology.
Well, Mr. Trump–and/or your advisors–if you’re reading this, and have now learned to follow my advice, I suggest you do the following things:
- Apologize specifically for your many past disgraceful words and deeds towards women, and never say or do such things again.
- Read David Ricardo to get some idea how International Trade works.
- Also read John Maynard Keynes to get some idea how macroeconomics works.
- In general, adopt a more cooperative tone–win or lose, it would be better if the country is not at war with itself when the election is over.
- Make a sizable donation from your own personal wealth to domestic violence shelters or other organizations that help women who have been victims of violence.
- Use your Twitter account only to post links to press releases and videos–not to insult random people.
- Quit constantly getting into fights with the Press. A Free Press is vital to the functioning of our Republic, and thus you should welcome their tough questions.
- Promise to reform and improve America’s Educational system, so that the next generation of young people can be competitive. As a first step in this direction, quit speaking in slang and improper English, and remove all vulgarity from your language while you are seeking public office.
- You have spoken in the past about the importance of hiring “the best people” away from the competition. Immigration can be used much the same way for a Nation–and indeed it has been throughout our great Country’s past. Remember that, and change your proposed policies accordingly.
I know what you are thinking, Mr. Trump. (If you’re reading this) You’re thinking: If I do all that, will I win?
I can’t say. But if you do it, you will at least be able to say you comported yourself honorably and intelligently in the last few months of the campaign. And if candidates for public office conduct themselves honorably and intelligently, it improves the quality of our political discourse generally. And if that happens, it will certainly help to make America even greater than it already is.
And that’s really what you want, isn’t it, Mr. Trump?
The Ballad of Roone Howard: Political Hatchet Man
Roone Howard was the best strategist to ever write a political ad.
He could convince starving men that entitlements were bad;
He could make you self-disenfranchise to prevent voter-fraud;
It is said that he made the Holy Spirit believe there wasn’t a God.
If you employed him, your head would lie easy underneath of its crown;
Because he would lie easy to cut all of your challengers down!
But if you opposed him; then may Heaven have pity on you,
For he’d tell your fam’ly and friends you weren’t anything like who they knew.
Oh, no one likes to hear it said,
But he could paint McCarthy “Red”
If that’s what was needed to serve the empowered.
By stroking feelings barbaric,
Or stressing facts esoteric,
No one persuaded like that Devil, Roone Howard!
One day, his most prominent client, a National candidate, came to see him and ask
Him to set about working on what he reckoned a well-nigh impossible task.
His opponent, it seemed, was lovely and charismatic with a great reputation;
She wore her good deeds and record like armor against character assassination.
She spoke like a Cicero, and was quite incorruptible; her personal life was above suspicion;
While Howard’s client was deficient in every category but that of ruthless ambition.
So old Roone Howard set straight to work on how to stain and destroy and annihilate
The political chances of this candidate with the resume seemingly so inviolate.
For weeks on end did he toil,
Burning each night the midnight oil
As for any shred of a scandal he scoured.
But never even a trace
Of shamefulness or disgrace
Ever met the eye of the clever Roone Howard.
At last, just when all hope seemed utterly lost, Howard hit on an ingenious scheme.
He at once called a meeting to announce the whole plan to his political team.
“’As ours is a business that’s dirty and vile,” this political Clausewitz reasoned,
“A lady this good has no place in it–let it go instead to a man tough and seasoned.
This, gentlemen, I feel is a message which our cynical populace is bound to feel true!”
He proved to be right! In a matter of weeks, the lady in question up and withdrew.
Howard’s man could then run unopposed, and his targeted office he easily won;
Howard was given a government job, and the lady they’d beaten could find herself none.
O, Howard took comfort, I’m sure,
That he’d destroyed someone so pure;
And laughed at her whose votes his campaign devoured.
For even perfection complete
Couldn’t hope to compete
Against the devious mind of that scoundrel, Roone Howard!
The Very Model of a Charismatic Candidate
{Sung to the tune of “I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General“}
I am the very model of a charismatic candidate,
I have thwarted ev’rything the GOP has planned to date.
From starting as a dark horse, I’ve become the odds-on favorite
Saying I will build a wall and then force Mexico to pay for it.
And though Establishment Republicans think I am despicable
Ev’ry charge they level at me has proved totally unstickable.
And even though I’ve said disgusting things about my progeny—
And made so many statements that are dripping with misogyny–
By thwarting ev’ry action that the GOP has planned to date,
I’ve proved myself the model of a charismatic candidate.
My “Apprenticeship” in showbiz has undoubtedly done well for me–
I am so telegenic, all the major networks fell for me.
My domineering manner plays so well when I’m debating folks
It doesn’t even matter that I sometimes tell degrading jokes.
Believe me, folks, I’m so very, very big-league entertaining
That I have no need coherent policies to be maintaining.
I’ll be so much like Reagan, it will make your head spin, I insist–
Heads will spin so much it will all be like the film The Exorcist.
Since I’ve thwarted ev’rything the GOP has planned to date.
I am the very model of a charismatic candidate.
In fact, when I know whether Judges “sign” on “bills” or not—
When I’ve decided what to do with all the immigrants we’ve got–
When I’ve some idea what is and isn’t Constitutional–
When I’ve proved my economic plans are not delusional—
When I have shown I will not always act impulsively–
When I behave towards women just a little less repulsively–
In short, when I have turned into my very living opposite–
You’ll say a better candidate has never run for office yet!
Though all my civic knowledge is just stuff I learned in real estate,
I am sure a brand-new wall will make our location really great.
And since a country is the only thing I’ve yet to brand to date,
I am the very model of a charismatic candidate!
A Satirical Political Poem
So, you want to make your name
And gain power, wealth and fame
In the modern G.O.P?
Then let me tell you all the tricks
Needed to succeed in politics
And make yourself a fix-
-ture in Washington, D.C.
The very first step is you
Find yourself some social issue
That gives heartland people frights.
Like “gay marriage”, for example,
Or use gun control to give a sample
Of how you think the government will trample
On their God-given rights.
At rallies and conventions you’ll appear,
All decked out in patriotic gear,
And extolling rural souls.
And when auditoriums you’re packing
You will get financial backing
From groups who want low taxes or more “fracking”
And you’ll start rising in the polls.
With your overflowing coffers,
You will now be able to make offers
To buy up your district’s ad space.
With your name now being seen
Be every voter who has been
Outside, or watched his TV screen–
Your opponent’s in a bad place!
And then on election night,
To the Party’s great delight
Before 8, they’ll say you’ve won!
The district is a major gain
Thanks to your vigorous campaign
(Meanwhile, half the Democrats abstain)
And you go to Washington!
And there, you’ll give addresses
Seen by no eyes besides the press’s
And the viewers on C-SPAN.
You’ll say “So-and-so’s a Nazi”,
Claim some stuff about Benghazi;
And what your constituents will not see
Is who backs their Congress-man!
For the backers will dismiss you
Unless you drop your social issue,
And vote instead for lower taxes.
This argument you’ll cede ’em
For low taxes, you will need ’em
In the interest of defending Freedom–
Or so the brochure from your PAC says.
One of your first major acts is
To trade culture war for lower taxes;
(A deal the Dems will gladly make!)
And so the country’s torn asunder
Crumbling this vicious cycle under;
And yet people never stop and wonder
If perhaps there’s some mistake.
The Infantry Charge of 2307
Well, we heard the big guns roar behind the battle line;
Every member of the Corps, by our officer’s design,
Affixed his bayonet to his trusty laser gun.
The order, as of yet, had not come to anyone,
But we knew we’d have to charge at the foemen’s barricade,
So, in battle armor large, in a phalanx we arrayed.
Our satellites looked down at the enemy’s artillery
Which was set up in a town that our cavalry would pillory.
The UAV’s report went directly to the Colonel
(Who was resting in the Fort, with an injury internal)
The plan that he devised had been centuries rehearsed,
It would have been recognized by Napoleon the First.
But for every gee-whiz gadget, and with all of our technology—
The upper management has yet to send us an apology.
The strategies they made were completely obsolete
And so our whole brigade met a horrible defeat.
All our battle droids broke ranks, and we knew our fate was sealed–
So we took our hover tanks and retired from the field.