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Sunday, January 14, 2018

Saturday In Paradise, Trumplandia-Style


As we all know, yesterday morning the residents of Hawaii received a false alarm warning them by phone, radio and TV of an impending missile strike.  It took the state's officials about 45 minutes to get out the word that it was all just a horrible mistake.  But in those minutes, Hawaiians were plunged into total pandemonium and abject existential terror.  "Panic" is an insufficient word.

Had this occurred at any other time in the past 20-25 years, it would have been frightening, but would people have automatically assumed the worst?  Probably not.  Why did they yesterday?  Primarily because of the childish, reckless, nuclear saber-rattling engaged in by our Duh Leader, Commander of the Big Button.

Informed of the incident while on the Mar-a-Lago golf course, Donnie Waddlebutt did nothing other than complete his round.  He has remained silent so far, offering no words of explanation or reassurance.  (And given his words, I guess that's a good thing.) 

 


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  1. AnonymousJanuary 15, 2018 at 3:32 AM

    If you think Hawaii's Emergency Management System is bad, you should
    see it's birth certificate system!

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