A couple of weeks ago, the world was wondering about a big meeting at the Pentagon whose purpose was kept mostly secret. Last week, the actual purpose was revealed when Trump unveiled and personally piloted our newest, most potent and most economical weapon of war ever. The STS-47 fecal fighter bomber.
Trump took a break from tearing down the east wing of the White House, tearing up the Constitution, dismantling the legislative branch of government, “securing” a Mideast ceasefire that lasted for a record two days and for which he felt, he deserved the Nobel Peace prize, and his usual back-and-forth, totally unproductive, so-called negotiations between Russia and Ukraine to rain down destruction on millions of well-intentioned, but delusional, “no kings” protesters who actually believe their votes will count next year.
He unleashed the most potent ammunition, ever known to mankind –STS (Super Trump Sh-t)- his Super concentrated form of BS, a weapon of such power it dwarfs the world’s combined nuclear arsenal. STS is the weapon with which he persuaded the nation to give up on democracy in the cause of anointing him our first King. What better way could the king have conveyed his message to his protesting subjects, “I don’t give a sh-t, about you,” than by literally defecating on them?
He, himself, posted the video of him piloting the new craft and depositing the putrid essence of his being upon the nation.
It’s said the first casualty of war is the truth. Trump has proven this true, made obvious by his war of lies against democracy. He now has the ultimate weapon with which to ensure his victory, the STS-47 fecal fighter bomber. The beauty of his craft is that the ammunition that it spews upon the populous, and on the rule of law, has an inexhaustible supply. “STS,” Super enriched BS is the very essence of the man., The king manufactures an uninterrupted and inexhaustible supply of it from cheap, readily available components, the McDonald’s burgers and fries he lives on.
The money this will save the defense department is incalculable and more than compensates for his ongoing project to turn the White House into a chintzy copy of the summer Newport, Rhode Island homes worthy of his role models, the robber barons of a century ago.
Nobel committee, are you watching? As one who made his fortune producing dynamite, the originator of the prize surely would be pleased to add a new prize category purely for America’s new king. What to name it? How about the Annual Anal Ammunition prize?
Would readers like to chime in on what the prize would be named?
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