I think so, Joe.
I’m Art Kumbalek and man
oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, lately I’ve been hearing much
from the orange circus peanut otherwise known as the Republican nominee for
president of the United States that the election coming up soon like a bad
burrito will be rigged. According to the oranguTrump, the only way he loses is
if the Democrats, the media and foreign elites put the fix in—that this election is a shell game played with no focking
ball, what the fock.
And I say you got to be jerking
my beefaroni. I’ll tell you what a rigged election would look like: You wake up
Wednesday, Nov. 9 and find out that America’s new president is Art Kumbalek,
and somehow he’s also your vice president, to boot.
Now, a surprise
electoral result like that would surely waft a whiff of riggedness your way,
ain’a? What would not waft-a-whiff is if on Wednesday, Nov. 9 you learned that
a bloviating perverted piece of nonsensical nincompoop failed to win a single
electoral vote from a single state in the Union because America is great, what the fock.
And before I forget, let
me mention that if I’m on anybody’s Christmas list, besides a check in a nice
card for $10 grand, I wouldn’t mind getting the new Brett Favre biography, Gunslinger: The Remarkable, Improbable,
Iconic Life of Brett Favre by some New
York Times guy, no sir. Jeez louise, who’d really want a biography
about them? The backbone of the biography industry is new dirt. No new dirt, no
new biography. Instead, you got the old biography that nobody’d buy ’cause it’s
already been written and the people already read it. What a racket.
I remember some years
ago reading about a new Joe DiMaggio biography that was out and the new dirt
they stuffed into the baggage the Yankee Clipper was hauling—Mob cronies,
slapping Marilyn around and then stalking her after their front-page marriage
was yesterday’s news—the kind of dirt where I had to say, “Hey, is this Joltin’
Joe or Revoltin’ Joe I’m reading about here.”
Hold on, I got a phone
call here and I can see it’s my campaign manager Little Jimmy Iodine. Got to
take it.
“Artie, I just got the
latest numbers from the trolling poll, and guess what?”
“You don’t have any!”
“Any ‘what’?”
“Numbers. Two weeks and change before the election and you’re pulling no numbers. ”
“No numbers. That’s bad and that ain’t good, ain’a?”
“Not entirely. When you got no numbers, you got no numbers to lose. When you’re this close to the election, you don’t want to start losing numbers ’cause tactically that can be a nutshell you just can’t peel, I kid you not. So at least we’re in good shape that way.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“Off hand, Artie, my take is nobody knows you’re a candidate and if they do, they sure as hell couldn’t care less. Next time before you run for something, put out a highfalutin biography about your life so people think they already know you. That’s what all those dipsticks do. Nobody ever reads them and they all could have the same title—Profiles in Bullshit too Boring to Read but Thanks for Buying It Anyways, Sucker—but having one of these paperweights out in the stores looks good. See Artie, people don’t want to vote for just any jackass. They’d rather vote for a jackass they think they know than some jackass off the street. And they also don’t much care to vote for poor people, especially poor people with any kind of police record. So now you really got your work cut out for you, and how the heck in 21 days you are going to get a life, then write a book about it when you can hardly fill that little article you write in the hippie newspaper, plus win the lottery for campaign finances AND get a pardon from the governor beats me.”
“So what should I do, Jimmy?”
“Issues. Whenever a candidate’s got absolutely nothing going for him, he sells himself on the issues. Losers always pitch the issues big time and nothing but. So Artie, if the shoe fits, wear it. Offer the issues, cheap. Got to go. ‘Simpsons’ are on.”
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