-Flim Flam Flynn. A comic figure, really. A living, breathing fuck up who could not endure even nineteen days of power without fucking it up and getting cashiered.
-Kellyanne Conway. A talented person, which distinguishes her in this company but one in whom the elevator did not go all the way to the top. The first articulator of the novel "alternative facts" reality.
-Paul Manafort. Hair by Kiwi book black, skin by Mortuary Services, Inc., the chosen one, chosen to provide discipline to the direction of the SS Loose Cannon, thrown overboard as he just got his hands on the rudder.
-Steve Bannon. Trump's Brain. The Campaign Manager. The Architect. Evil Genius of Strategy. Is he in or out of gaol now? It's hard to keep track.
-Rob...Rob...what was that jackanapes name, the one who beat women and fucked Hope Hicks? Ah, he flashed across the night sky as a meteor of glowing slime. He disappeared too quickly.
-Hope Hicks. Channeled Trump's infallible instincts until they weren't. Originator of the Lafayette Park Goose Step. Fucked Rob.
-Brad Parscale. The Death Star. Imploded. Couldn't fuck his wife.
-Cucky Kushner. Mr. Slim Suits. Son of Felon. Son-in-law of Felon in chief. Architect of Mid-East "Peace," coronavirus response manager. Now in hiding in a bunker on a golf course.
-Rudolph Giuliani. Once America's Transvestite Mayor. Co-starred in Borat movie film. Is he still in hospital with COVID?
That's a start, no? Those are the ones who come immediately to mind. There are more. So many jag offs, so little time. "Everything comes out of the dirt--everything; everything comes out of the people, everyday people, the people as you find them and leave them; people, people, just people!" When in the future we think of this time let us remember the people who made us smile a little walking through the apocalypse.
