Updated: Jul 13
“No doubt…” Blowhard wagged a teensy finger at the White House crowd, “...you are wondering, ‘Why is this sex-pot bazillionaire wasting time on losers like us?’” Blowhard didn’t wait for his audience to register the insult, “The answer is that I have come here to help you.”
Uh, oh! Muddle’s skin crawled, What’s this guy up to?
“At great personal cost, I have come here…” Blowhard droned hypnotically, “...to build border walls, badmouth immigrants, commit high crimes and misdemeanors and, generally speaking, do everything I can to Make Amerrica Great Again. ”
No sooner had Blowhard uttered those altruistic sentiments than an infectious chant began to emanate from the wheelcraft.
Without knowing why, the crowd outside the White House felt a burning urge to chant.
“MAGA! MAGA! MAGA!”
Like pistons in an engine, Muddle’s students took up the chant.
“MAGA!! MAGA!! MAGA!!”
Like a fast-moving pandemic, people in every corner of the USA suddenly started babbling.
“MAGA!!! MAGA!!! MAGA!!!"
Feeling queasier by the moment, Muddle tried to dismiss his students, but his fare-thee-wells were drowned out by his students’ deafening cheers.
“MAGA!!! MAGA!!! MAGA!!!”