Trump and Palin in Bed Together
“Will you turn off that goddamn light so I can get some sleep?”
“You know, Donzy, I didn’t have to endorse you. Ted has been after me for months. We shoot coyotes together. Besides, I’m reading my endorsement speech for your friggin’ rally tomorrow.”
“Alright. Just roll over and give me a kiss.”
“OK, but listen to this: [voice rises half an octave] ‘How ’bout the rest of us? Right-wingin’, bitter clingin’, proud clingers of our guns, our God, and our religions, and our Constitution. Tell us that we’re not red enough? Yeah, coming from the establishment. Right.’ I wrote that! Not bad, eh?”
“I don’t know exactly what it means but you’re terrific, baby. Sounds like some kind of jazz improvisation. Pff, I don’t always know what I mean either. You’ve got to pummel people with the words, not the syntax or the sense. I learned that in making all my great deals.
“How ‘bout a Cabinet job, Donzy? I could do great as Secretary of the Interior, take down that stupid EPA.”
“Sure, why not? But you gotta divorce your husband. He’s one of those gun-nut hunter-killers, right? Wasn’t he part of that big family brawl a couple of years ago?”
“Naw, that was mostly my son Track’s thing. He got really fucked up serving in Iraq and sometimes he’s a bad actor, PTSD, you know. It’s all Obama’s fault.”
“I’ve always been one of your fans in spite of your family. You can act sexy and feminine but inside you’re a real killer. We are gonna do great things: take their oil, build the wall. Now roll over and give me a kiss. I like your poll numbers.”
Originally published at jazzinsideandout.com on January 24, 2016.