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Wednesday, March 21, 2018

A Strange Case Of Van Winkle Syndrome


Outgoing Cabinet Secretary Departs In Typical Lethargic Fashion    January 20th, 2021

Washington, DC (AP) With the new Biden presidency reaching its inauguration day today, federal departments are in a state of transition with soon to be former cabinet secretaries moving on. President Pence has been busy with his final hours of his inherited presidency and his certain low regard in history. President-Elect Biden has been readying his administration to begin to repair the damage done, both domestically and internationally, by the Trump and Pence administrations, after running under the slogan Restoring Sanity.


The previous president, presently incarcerated on a treason conviction in a federal prison and deprived of his Twitter account, isn’t speaking. The same applies to his daughter Ivanka and her husband Jared Kushner, both of whom are in separate prisons on fraud convictions. Sons Eric and Donald Trump Jr. remain at large, convicted in absentia on fraud charges and believed to be somewhere with no extradition treaties. Former First Lady Melania Trump has left the country with her son. The only Trump free of disgrace and criminal charges happens to be often forgotten Trump daughter Tiffany, who issued a statement last week apologizing to the American people for the behavior of her relatives, and expressing profound gratitude that she’s been ignored by those relatives her entire life.


President Pence ascended to the presidency after the downfall of Trump, retaining only one cabinet secretary, Ben Carson, the Secretary for Housing and Urban Development. The rest of Trump’s cabinet and advisors, all of whom had been fired, quit their posts, or had been charged or convicted of various crimes, had fallen by the wayside. Pence retained Carson, mostly because, as insiders noted, “he didn’t care less about housing or urban development.” Since being soundly beaten in the election, President Pence has taken to swearing like a trooper in every sentence. Insiders have added, “he’s been catching up after a lifetime of not swearing.”


Secretary Carson, bearing a reputation for sleeping his way through everything, has been diagnosed with a rare condition. Van Winkle Syndrome is a benign illness, having no particular ill effect on the human body aside from making those afflicted with it perpetually sleepy. Carson has been known to fall asleep during speeches on a regular basis, and holds the Guinness World Record for deepest and longest sleeping patterns. President Pence, rather than replace the Secretary with someone who can stay awake more than twenty minutes at a time, was content to let the work of the department be done by those working beneath Carson. Thus it was that Secretary Carson turned out to be, aside from Pence himself, the last of the Trump administration standing. Or lying down, in his case, soundly snoozing.


Bethany McCade, a spokesperson for the Department of Housing and Urban Development, confirmed that the transition between Secretaries is now underway. “Secretary Carson has been sleeping at home since July,” she explained. “Staff had been busy with the transition in recent weeks, packing boxes and handling the incoming administration’s beginnings. Yesterday that involved a visit to the Secretary to, well… retrieve his office keys and drop off his personal belongings.”


The visit required waking Carson, who still had the keys in his pockets. Aides woke him up, finding him understandably disoriented after such a long sleep, asking if President Trump needed anything. Informed that the former president was long since out of office, Carson seemed stunned, asking, “how long was I napping?”


Carson made one final visit to the offices he spent most of his time sleeping away from. Coming out of the building and heading to his waiting car, he was met by reporters, who asked how it felt being the last of the Trump era cabinet still serving. “Well, you know…..” He paused for a moment, closing his eyes, as if drifting off again. His eyes opened again and he continued. “It seems to me….” Again, he closed his eyes, and was silent for a time. Once more, his eyes opened. “In the greater scheme of….” Another pause. More closing of the eyes. Followed by his eyes opening again. “You’ll have to…. forgive me…” And then again he closed his eyes for a time and dipped his head. At last he opened his eyes and looked up. “What were we talking about?”


Shortly thereafter, Secretary Carson was off, saying he had to catch up on his sleep. Pundits have noted that perhaps the only reason he made it to the end of the Trump-Pence era was that he was asleep too often to commit acts of fraud, extortion, or corruption like his peers. Sleep specialists are hoping they might be able to map the Secretary’s brain to understand why he sleeps as much as he does, in hopes of shedding further light on Van Winkle Syndrome.


For the last word, we leave it to the outgoing president, preparing for today’s inauguration. Asked for comment last evening when returning to the White House from Camp David for the last time, President Pence glared at reporters, snarling, bitterness and loathing in his tone.

“Go **** yourselves!”

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Last Call For A Sleepy Candidate


Candidate Falls Asleep While Calling Halt To Campaign; Reporters Not Surprised

West Palm Beach (AP) Former neurosurgeon Ben Carson, a long time hopeful for the Republican party presidential nomination, announced the end of his candidacy in a speech recently, having had failed to gain traction in a process that has paid far too much attention to the deranged stupidity of a blowhard developer and not enough attention to the deranged stupidity of a sleepy neurosurgeon.

The candidate, often given to appear half asleep at meetings and fall into slumber during debates, has been known for some outlandish remarks throughout the campaign. He noted that Obamacare was the worst thing to happen to African Americans since slavery. He thought Jews could have prevented the Holocaust if they’d had guns. Carson stated that “there is no war on women. There may be a war on what’s inside of women, but there is no war on women in this country.” The doctor suggested that being gay is a choice because prison turns people gay.


He has compared homosexuality to pedophilia and bestiality, while suggesting that marriage equality was a Marxist plot. He even remarked on one occasion that there should be no such thing as a war crime. Carson has claimed the theory of evolution is influenced by the Devil, while the Big Bang is a mere fairy tale. His claims of being an angry young man are at odds with his current sleepy state. And his suggestions that crowds should charge gun toting lunatics is baffling. Not quite as baffling as his beliefs about ancient monuments, though, as Carson fervently believes that the Pyramids of Egypt were built by Joseph to store grain.

Carson was introduced by one of his campaign spokeswomen, after she inquired if anyone would like her resume. Carson walked out to the podium, nodded to the reporters, and closed his eyes. Thirty seconds went by, then a minute. Reporters were looking at each other, each wondering which of us should try to wake Carson up. Someone coughed loudly, and Carson’s eyes shot wide open. “Awake! I’m awake! Did I miss anything? I didn’t leave my watch in the patient’s head again, did I?”


Carson looked around, realizing he wasn’t in an operating room. “Oh, right. Well, thank you for coming. It has been a very long road that we have travelled. Not as long as Moses when he was leading the people through the desert and stopped to dig out the Grand Canyon.” Carson smiled in a dazed way, while reporters looked at each other in confusion- did he actually believe that?

Carson had his eyes closed again, his head slumping forward. His spokeswoman stepped forward and tapped him on the shoulder. “Where was I? Oh, right, the announcement. I set out on this journey to the nomination expecting many things. I expected to win. I expected attention. Well, sometimes things don’t go your way. Sometimes a mouthy obnoxious self absorbed goon draws all the attention that might have gone your way.  We’re not always wise, you know, unlike King Solomon, when he spent time walking his dogs at the Roman Coliseum...” Carson trailed off, his eyes closing again. Reporters looked at each other again, rolling their eyes, sighing in dismay, placing bets on how many more stupid things Carson might say.


The former candidate opened his eyes when prodded by his spokeswoman. “I’m awake! I swear, I’m awake, Doctor Thomas! Didn’t fall aslee... wait, oh, right, I haven’t been a med student in decades. Okay, where was I? Right. You know, when it really comes down to it, maybe I was wrong when I said the Jews could have stopped the Holocaust if they’d been armed with a few guns. What they really needed were some rocket propelled grenades, flame throwers, a bunch of tanks, and some old fashioned straight out of the Book of Jeremiah nuclear bombs.” The doctor looked around, as if wondering why people were staring at him as though he were a train wreck in slow motion.

“Mr. Carson,” this reporter started.


Doctor Carson!” the doctor insisted. “I spent ninety six hour long shifts in med school on duty with two hour breaks in between, you know, which means I more than earned it...” His eyes closed again, and his head slumped forward. He started muttering incomprehensible words in his sleep.

This reporter wondered if Carson had a brain tumour... or was still desperately trying to catch up on med school deprived sleep... or if he was just naturally stupid. “Okay, Doctor Carson,” this reporter prompted.

Carson opened his eyes again, looking startled before continuing to speak. “.... and that’s why I believe the Statue of Liberty is the petrified great granddaughter twenty times removed of Goliath of Gath.”


“Doctor Carson,” this reporter called. “Has it occurred to you that you might be in need of medical care?”

Carson didn’t hear the question, having had fallen asleep again. The spokeswoman tapped him on the shoulder, and Carson nodded, waking up. “Where was I? Oh, right, calling things off. You know, there are times in life when you have to know it’s time to call it a day. We all need a rest. Samson needed a rest when he built Machu Picchu, you know, and I’m not saying I’m Samson or anything... but he might have been my great-great-great granddaddy a few times removed.”


The former candidate had trailed off yet again, his eyes closed, and one could hear light snoring. One of the reporters whistled loudly. Carson opened his eyes again, once more looking startled. “I don’t know how that patient’s nervous system got scrambled, Doctor Thomas!” he yelled, seeming shaken up. And a moment later, as if once again realizing he wasn’t in an operating theatre, he stopped shaking. “Oh right, that was years ago. Forget I said anything. Anyway, what I’m here to say to you all today is very simple. I am hereby ending my campaign for the Republican nomination to be court jester... I’m sorry, I mean, to be President of the United States. I don’t mean to misspeak, you see... it’s just I’m still trying to catch up on four years worth of sleep that I missed in med school.”


Carson paused for a moment, closing his eyes, and fell asleep yet again. His spokeswoman came forward and smacked him on the back. “Still here! Didn’t fall asleep, Doctor Thomas! I have no idea what happened to the patient with the.... oh, right. Press conference. Not med school.” He shook his head, as if trying to banish the urge to sleep. “So what it all comes down to really is that I’m done. To my supporters and volunteers, I can only thank you. To everyone else, go **** yourselves.” There was a collective gasp in the room. Carson seemed stunned. “Wait, did I say that out loud, or was that something I was just thinking?”


The former candidate shrugged, and continued. “What I meant to say is, to the rest of the Republican voter field, I can’t endorse anyone else in the party. I mean, we can’t dig up Ronald Reagan and ask him to run again, can we? That violates the Constitution- of which I only care about the Second Amendment- and it violates the essence of existence. Besides, Zombie Reagan would probably sleep more than I do.”

Once more the candidate started to doze. His spokeswoman smacked him on the side of the head. He woke up again. “What I mean to say is... instead of me, vote for the one candidate who hasn’t screwed you over in any way possible yet. That’s right. Vote Putin.”

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Is It An Invasion When You Are Invited?


Endless Election Campaign Goes On; Possible Solutions On The Horizon

Washington (AP) The U.S. election campaign grinds on as slowly as ever while November seems ages away. While the Democratic nominees have come down to two candidates, Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders, there are still several Republican candidates trying to kill each other (literally in one case) for the nomination. American voters, meanwhile, find themselves asking the inevitable question: is this how bad the candidates are?


Donald Trump, the perceived front runner in the GOP (despite the fact that the Republican leadership dreads the idea of his getting the nomination), real estate developer, and mouthy blowhard, has been in traction for months, issuing his obnoxiousness even from a sickbed, attacking every single target coming his way, including most recently the Pope. After getting trashed by rival candidate Hulk Hogan and his campaign manager Ric Flair months ago, Trump hasn’t let broken bones slow him down, issuing endless crass attack diatribes and stroking his own ego. “My inauguration party is going to be huge! Huuuuuuuuge! And we’re gonna force the Mexicans to pay for it!” he boasted yesterday.

From his offices in Mexico City, Mexican President Enrique Nieto rolled his eyes when the press asked about the latest Trump statement. “You know, we’ve tried to be as polite as we can, putting up with this kind of nonsense from that self absorbed ass. Enough’s enough. To use an American phrase... Donald Trump can go **** himself.”


Ted Cruz is still putting up a fight for the nomination, while avoiding the subject of his own birthplace- Calgary, Alberta. “I’m a proud American!” Cruz insisted. “Contrary to some rumours that have been floating about lately, I was not sent in by a Canadian super-villain to undermine the American political scene. I bleed red white and blue and my heart always belongs to Cana... I mean, to America! America! Yes, that’s right!” He and Marco Rubio have been trying to position themselves as the ideal alternate candidate to Trump (while Rubio is given to frequent repetitiveness in his speeches), which includes tearing each other apart. Ben Carson, once at the top of some polls, has been largely sleeping his way through press conferences.

John Kasich remains in place as a candidate, quietly working away at his campaign, even if he’s not getting as much notice as he’d like. Some Republican party officials have expressed hope that Kasich might be seen as the only reasonable option compared to, in the words of one insider, “the rest of those bloody lunatics.”


Former Vice President Dan Quayle, once considered a dullard during his days in the job, shrugged when reporters found him in a classroom trying to figure out how to spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. “You know, once upon a time a lot of people made fun of my intellectual abilities. I can say with great pleasure that I feel vindicated by the fact that compared to Trump, Rubio, and Cruz, I’m a smart guy.”

President Obama, meanwhile, is largely staying out of the election, aside from the odd put down of Trump. He’s busy doing his job- running the country and deciding on a nominee for the newly vacant Supreme Court seat now that Justice Scalia is roasting somewhere in a place with no air conditioning. Rumour has it that comedian Lewis Black is among the contenders.


Sarah Palin and Michele Bachmann- who launched a joint run at the nomination, boasting that they could be president in turns- dropped out two weeks ago. They were grinning obliviously when they met the press, both of them seemingly drunk. “Well, you know, it’s not our time,” Palin admitted. “So we decided to get out before we ran out of the money our supporters gave us.”

Bachmann nodded. “Yes, we’re spendin’ the rest on a big tailgate party of booze and barbecue, and then we’re going to go all scorched earth on whoever wins the nomination, just so we can get ourselves set up for running again in 2020.”


Palin and Bachmann 2020!” Palin hollered, smiling like a demented twit. “We'll wreck the country... I mean, we'll save the country! You betcha!”

There are other candidates already thinking of four years down the line. An independent candidate has come forward in recent days, calling the press together for an impromptu press conference. She was once at the center of impeachment proceedings against President Bill Clinton. She was the subject of endless comedy punchlines. Monica Lewinsky, one time White House intern, spokesperson, and public speaker, was beaming when she was introduced. 


“You know, I think voters are sick and tired of both sides, Republican and Democrat alike," she told reporters. "There need to be more voices in the political process in this country. Truly independent thinkers who are beholden to no one- this is what we need in America. I think I could do quite well as an independent voice apart from the crowd. I already have plenty of experience in the Oval Office, after all.” She smiled with pride, paused for a moment before continuing. Reporters wondered if the former President Clinton might be watching this. “Well, I am proud to announce my candidacy for President of the United States in 2020. Vote for Monica, because I know how to get things finished. With a happy ending.”


The announcement displeased Hillary Clinton, at an event in South Carolina, where she was yelling at some of her aides, witnessed by reporters at a distance in the conference center. “This is supposed to be my time! And that **** steals my thunder??? I deserve the White House! It’s mine! It belongs to me! Mine, mine, mine! My own! My precious! How dare she make an announcement while I’m on my way to my destiny! Crowned Empress Hillary The First! Wait... what are those reporters doing over there? Did they hear me?”


Meanwhile, the last of her Democrat opponents, Bernie Sanders, continues his efforts, speaking at events, stressing his campaign platform ideas, such as universal healthcare, improved education, and civility in political life. As seemingly the only rational adult in the campaign, Sanders is outnumbered by nutcases, ambitious buffoons, and blowhards.


A solution to the Republican standoff is coming from the strangest of places. Survivor host and reality show producer Jeff Probst offered a suggestion this week in a press conference. “This could go on for weeks, perhaps all the way to the convention. All the while, it will prove to be more embarrassing to the party and the country. And rather than go through the actual measured steps of the electoral process, why not make something entertaining of it? Well, I thought why not make a one-time reality show of it? A live version of Thunderdome, like from those Mad Max films. George Miller told me to **** off when I asked him to let me use that word, so instead we’re going with Battle Arena.”


Probst grinned like the half-witted moron that some assume he is. “So here we have the idea: the remaining Republican candidates all go into a large, caged space. We hang all sorts of weapons around. Crow bars, tire irons, chain saws, sledge hammers, whatever we can think of. And whoever’s left when it’s all done wins the nomination. If you ask me, I’d put my money on Kasich. It’s always the quiet ones who end up being the most resourceful in a fight.”

Hulk Hogan, still in the running as a presidential candidate, approved of the idea. The former wrestler was with his campaign manager and former wrestling rival Ric Flair at an event in Charleston when they spoke to the press. “This is just the sort of thing that we used to do in wrestlin’, brother... cage matches and steel chairs and cheatin’ and gougin’ eyes and all that, brother.”


Flair grinned and clapped Hogan on the shoulder. “Wooooooooo!!!!! Now this just means the Hulkster is gonna to actually hit people with foreign objects instead of fakin’ it! This is what we’re meant to do! The Battle Arena format is practically rigged for the Hulkster to win! Get used to these three words: President Hulk Hogan!”

Hogan laughed and started singing as the two headed off. “Hail to the Hulk, he’s the one we all say hail to...”


As has been the case in previous years, some American citizens are musing on leaving for Canada depending on the results of the election. Some Republican supporters have threatened that over Obamacare; whether or not it occurred to them that they’d be moving to a country with universal care that was generally to the left of the Democrats is another story. Democrat supporters did some of that during the Years of Dubya (otherwise known in some circles as The Age Of Darkness).

The same trend is showing up this year among Republican voters, dreading the idea of Hillary Clinton as President. Democrat supporters are talking about the idea should the impossible happen and Trump end up cheating his way into the White House. Mass migrations into the Great White North may be an issue the Canadian government will have to deal with either way.


Another idea is starting to gain ground, with tens of thousands of members already joining a group in Connecticut. It is founded out of a serious concern that the election might end up pitting Trump against Clinton, a prospect none of its members like. Calling itself by the peculiar moniker Invite The Canucks Association, the group has suggested that in the case of those two being the final nominees, a petition should be made to the Canadian government.


“If these two are the final candidates, than frankly, this country has come to the point where it’s a failure,” Caroline Travers, a university professor and founder of the group told reporters. “We will have failed our Founding Fathers, who will be ashamed of what’s become of us, of how far we have fallen. We have made this country a joke. If that is the case... we have only one option. To petition the Canadian government to come in, to take over, to turn our states into provinces in the constitutional monarchy that is Canada. That means certain changes. Gun control, universal health care, learning how to spell words like colour in the proper English, instead of color. It means having the Queen as our Queen, instead of being in a republic.”


She carried on speaking after a pause. “It means having a leader who understands working together, tact, and diplomacy as opposed to self centered me first vindictiveness. Canada got rid of one of those guys last fall, after all. It means we start drinking Canadian beer, because let’s face it, American beer has always been watered down at best. It means we get to like Canadian bacon, and how to eat poutine. It means we’re going to have to get used to being obsessed about hockey as a national sport. It means we’re all going to have to learn how to make love in a canoe. Well, not at the same time, obviously, because that might end up resembling an orgy.”

Monday, November 30, 2015

The Odd Case Of The Sleepy Candidate


New Theory On Republican Candidate’s Peculiarities Draws Interest, Scorn, Yawns From Candidate

Washington (AP) He was once a neurosurgeon. Now he is running for the Republican nomination to vie for the presidency. He also has a tendency to drone on and on, and to sometimes come across as if he’s dozing. An unlikely candidate to say the least, Ben Carson has been suggested in some circles to also be, among other things, certifiably insane. His many remarks on a wealth of subjects suggest that the lights aren’t all on at home, so to speak. Carson suggested that the pyramids were built by Joseph to store grain. He’s put forward the notion that things wouldn’t have been as devastating during the Holocaust if only people in Nazi Germany had been armed.


He’s told tall tales about his history with violent people. Carson has advocated that people should gang up on gunmen in active shooter matters. He’s been stumped on the matter of Cuban immigration. His historical take on the Declaration of Independence, the issue of slavery being as bad as Obamacare, and D-Day have been met by eye rolls and sighs of dismay. His attitudes towards transgender people, gay people, Muslims, the Supreme Court, and calling certain segments of the population stupid have made onlookers wonder... is he crazy? Stupid? Did he do a lobotomy on himself?


Now a new theory is making the rounds. Albert Perkins is a doctor at Johns Hopkins, specializing in sleep disorders. He has never met the candidate, but has made a suggestion based on his work with other patients. “Some patients have a disrupted sleep cycle,” he explained. “They have what we would term micro-sleeps. They close their eyes for ten to thirty seconds, and in that time, they’re asleep. Then they wake up and blurt out something really strange. I mean batshit crazy strange. Come to think of it, I’m a doctor, so I should be using something more clinical than batshit crazy.”


Perkins went on. “I’ve seen patients come out of these micro-sleeps, people who are otherwise completely rational, and blurt out things like ‘lizard people run Con Edison’ or ‘sideways is upside down to the fifth dimension’. These are things that sound like complete nonsense, right? And yet these people are by and large perfectly sane and rational. They just blurt these things out after a micro-sleep. Now think about it. Our dreams are where our minds run wild and where the rules get thrown out the window. When we dream, our imaginations are set loose, and sometimes that imagination will not be rational.” He shrugged at this point.


“My current working theory is that people falling into micro-sleep end up in a dream state. Yes, it’s for mere seconds, but their emergence from it is just as sudden as falling into it. Therefore their minds are still caught up in the aspects of that dream upon waking. And feeling foolish about saying something nonsensical, they rather not address the issue with others. This is my theory with Mr. Carson. I know, I should be calling him Doctor Carson, but between me, you, and your readers, the man’s totally unfit for public office, let alone a medical practice, sleep disorder or not.”


“It’s an interesting theory,” psychologist Rachel Ellison concedes. The esteemed Boston therapist has not sat down with the candidate, but has her own feeling on the issue. “Sleep disorders or not, though, I would have to say he’s insane. I mean, honestly, he doesn’t have the sheepish look of someone who knows he’s said something nonsensical and hopes no one was paying attention. He looks, every single time when he says these things, like he believes it. I mean, honestly, have you ever seen the Great Pyramids of Egypt? Storing grain? How can a rational human being even suggest that? What’s he going to come up with next?”


The candidate himself sighed with dismay when asked if he has any sleep disorders. Then he closed his eyes for a time. “You know,” Carson told reporters in that droning, boring, barely audible tone of his. “This is rubbish. A smear campaign. This is just a liberal attempt to discredit me from serving in the capacity that I was.... that I was...” He closed his eyes again. No one said a word. Reporters looked at each other, wondering if Carson was asleep. This reporter wondered if his boring droning voice would end up putting world leaders to sleep during a speech to the UN General Assembly. Not that it would get that far- Ben Carson, after all, will never win the White House.

Finally after twenty seconds, Carson’s head rose up suddenly and his eyes opened. He blurted out, “Devil’s Tower was the scratching post for Daniel’s lions!”


A collective groan of exasperation rose up from the reporters. “You can’t be serious,” a Reuters correspondent told him.

Carson looked confused. “Serious about what? What did I say?”

An aide ushered Carson off stage, with the candidate yelling, “What you all need to know is if we all gang up on Bigfoot, he can’t run away and we can finally get a good photo of him!”


With that, Carson was gone. Reporters talked it all over, placing bets on how long it would take before Carson would say yet another stupid nonsensical thing.* Sleep disorder, insanity, or just plain old fashioned stupidity, one thing was clear: Ben Carson is unfit for office. One must wonder how he ever pulled off being a neurosurgeon.

*As it turns out, last night in a speech to Iowa Republicans, Carson mused that Noah’s Ark is hidden in a cave in France. “They claim they sealed it off to protect some thirty thousand year old cave paintings from exposure to human interference, but that’s nonsense,” Carson told loyal supporters. “After all, we all know the world’s no older than six or seven thousand years old.”