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Trump And Hitler Share A Cider In Another Bar

~ Uncle Dolf – my dear, dear friend.
~ Like Uncle, like Nephew.
~ I hope I did you proud.
~ You have elevated me to the heights.
~ I followed your lead!
~ My legacy lives on.
~ For you, mein dear Fuhrer, anything.
~ I can tell you a little story.
~  “Fill my ears”.
~ My dear, dear, Goebbels.
~ Your beloved propaganda minister.

~ You just had to love that man.
~ I know! I do!

~ He once told me – and this could apply to you.
~ I would be blessed by anything.

~ After one of his blessed speeches in Berlin.
~ Can I still learn from him?
~ He said: “I could have made them all jump from the windows, if I had asked.”
~ Maybe make them swim to Puerto Rico.

~ Donnie, Donnie. Perhaps my work is done here.
~ Oh, no.  I have to win, first.

Tucker Carlson and Don Lemon Walk Into A Bar The Next Day

~ So, Tuck – do they miss you?


~ Not one snivelling son-of-a-bitch.


~ No golden handshake?

~ They didn’t even talk to me.


~ What a way to start the week.

~ How about you, Don?


~ Nobody waved good-bye.

~ So, no golden handshake, neither?


~ I’d be repulsed by their touch.

~ They worshipped us.


~  That’s funny, Tuck.

~ But still true.


~ What is Truth?

~ Who the Tuck cares?


~ Do you remember what Dr. Goebbels said?


~ Hitler’s main man?


~ Yes. Minister of Propaganda.

~  Ah, good times. Remind me, Don.


~ He pointed around the Sports Palace.

~ Ah, those huge Berlin speeches.


~ And he said . . .


~ Yes?


~ “I could make them jump from the windows”.

~ Good Times.


~ Excellent Times.

DE  BA,  UEL

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