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Ink Against MAGA
It’s hard writing political satire these days. So I asked Mickey Mouse for advice.
“I’m a cartoon character, John! I don’t actually exist.”
“But, Mickey, I saw you in Florida just last week!”
“That’s just for show. But I have to share this with you… I’ve been fired.”
“They fired Mickey Mouse? Oh, let me guess…”
“DEI. They don’t want rodents anymore.”
“But Mickey, why didn’t you tell them you can deliver Greenland?”
“John, how the hell did you find out?”
“The ice skating show. You spelled out “FJORD NOW.”
“Damn, that was a coded message for Vance-a-lot. But it didn’t work. He thought I was saying we need to bring Gerald Ford back from the dead to run for president in 2028.”
“But Mick, are you actually working on that?”
“We’re trying, but they deported all my crew to that prison in El Salvador.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Mickey Mouse tattoos. They think it’s gang stuff.”
“Wow.”
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No one believes I actually know how to time travel, and I’ve wanted to keep it that way, but this was too much. I went back to 1782 so I could warn Ben and…
