Showing posts with label Melania. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Melania. Show all posts

Friday, March 24, 2017

A horrible, monstrous beast.

I saw Beauty and the Beast in the theater last night and was inspired to rewrite Gaston's song.  If there is any way we can get SNL to perform this, I think we should because it would be a big hit.  Please enjoy and feel free to sing along.




The Don (in bathrobe):

Who do they think they are?
The media’s tangled with the wrong man!
No one makes fun of the Don!


Le Spicy Fou:

Darn right.


The Don:

Dismissed!  Rejected!
Big-ly humiliated!
Why, it’s more than I can bear.


Le Spicy Fou (offers remote control):

Fox News?


The Don:

What for?  Nothing helps.
Everyone hates me.


Le Spicy Fou:

Who, you?  Never!
Don, you’ve got to pull yourself together.

Gosh it disturbs me to see you, oh Don,
Looking so down in the dumps.
Every guy here’d love to be you, oh Don,
Even those CNN chumps.

No one in the world’s as admired as you!
You’re everyone’s favorite guy!
Everyone’s awed and inspired by you
And it’s not very hard to see whyyyyyyyyy!

Noooooooooooo oneeeeeeee lies like the Don,
Thinks he’s spied on like Don,
Spreads conspiracy theories as blithely as Don!

How he bullies and growls he’ll get even,
And he will, sure as I’m Spicy Sean.
You can ask any Jeff, Reince, or Stephen,
And they’ll tell you whose team they prefer to be on!


Chorus:

No one’s rich as the Don!
Likes to bitch like the Don!
Tramples on laws and norms in the ditch like the Don!


The Don (swings around lamppost):

Yes, my tax returns are so incriminating!


Chorus:

My, what a guy, he’s our Don!

Give five “Heil Dons!” Give twelve “hip-hips!”


Le Spicy Fou (shakes podium menacingly):

The Don is the best and the rest of you are shit!


Chorus:

Noooooooo oneeeeeeeee’s mad as the Don,
Uses “Sad!” like the Don,
Wants to sleep with his daughter as bad as the Don!

For there’s no one so gross and so lonely.
He’s a narcissist pig, it’s no lie.
It’s no wonder Mel stayed in the city,
As she patiently waits for her husband to die!

No one tweets like the Don,
No one cheats like the Don,
Who grabs pussies with hands so petite as the Don’s!


The Don:

I’m especially good at retaliating! Sad!


Chorus:

Ten points for our Don!


The Don:

When I was a lad, my dad showed me no love.
My complexes blossomed and grew.
So now that I’m old, I’ve no shame to speak of,
And I’ll force all my wrath upon you!!!!!!


Chorus:

Noooooooo oneeeeeee’s orange as Don,
An abhorrence as Don,
Who will ban anything slightly foreign as Don.


The Don:

I use gold leaf in all of my decorating!


Le Spicy Fou:

Say it again!
Who’s a man among men?
Did we make you forget
You’re the worst president?
Who’s a super success?
Screw the Muslims!  The press!
Ask his minions and goons who is boss!
There’s just one guy in charge
And his name is writ large!!!!

And it’s V-L-A-D....
V-L-A-D-E….
V-L-A-D-I……..


Chorus:


The DON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Thursday, December 29, 2016

A Christmas tradition.

Watching the Kennedy Center Honors is a cherished Christmas tradition in my family.  Is this normal?  We all gather ‘round the TV and discuss how old and decrepit the honorees are looking these days, while we enjoy the retrospectives on their lives and careers. 


Peter asks, "Which member of the Eagles looks most like a skeleton?"

Those of you who do not dedicate a Christmas evening to sending senior citizens off into the American pantheon are truly missing out.  Every year, the Kennedy Center chooses a handful of actors/musicians/directors/entertainers to honor with a lifetime achievement award.  They put on a big glitzy show and bring in other celebrities to pay homage to the honorees.  It’s kind of similar to the “In Memoriam” segment of the Oscars, but the people are still alive.  The President and First Lady sit up in the box with all the honorees.  During any musical number, the camera pans up to the presidential box and we get to see everyone really feeling the music (see 1:00 and 2:32 marks). 

While I enjoy learning about the honorees’ lives and careers, I particularly love how awkward some of these tributes are.  The most bizarre in recent memory was Martin Short’s tribute to Tom Hanks in 2014.  At the end, Martin breaks out into an elaborate “Yankee Doodle Dandy” song and dance number (no, you are not forgetting Tom Hank’s hit role in Yankee Doodle Dandy.  Yes, it was an odd choice for a Tom Hanks tribute).  If you can’t stomach the whole thing, at least skip to the 16:10 mark—even Tom is like, wtf is happening.  Don’t miss 17:30 for a tap dancing child prodigy and Tom Hanks again being like, wtf.  Now envision in the same show, a sitar tribute to Sting and frequent camera pans to him clapping like a poorly programmed animatronic (9:40).  Like I said, you’re missing out if this is not part of your holiday tradition. 

This year's show could not escape a certain bittersweet atmosphere.  It was, of course, the last time a normal human president will preside over the event for quite some time, perhaps forever.  Attending the Kennedy Center Honors is just one of the many ceremonial duties I cannot quite envision for our president-elect.  (Reading books to schoolchildren, throwing out the first pitch, and giving State of the Union are others.)  Can we expect him to sit through an entire evening honoring other people?  Will his vanity allow it?  Our child-in-chief might need to bring his iPad.  Imagine the tweets coming from the president’s box. 


My show THE APPRENTICE got higher ratings than anything <insert actual honoree> has ever done!  Where is my award?  Very unfair!

I have to spend the evening with Hollywood elite—would rather focus on YOU, the American people!


But let's be real.  I think we all can predict what's in store for the 2017 Kennedy Center Honors.


Melania would rather be in her tower.


With a special tribute from surprise guest, Vlad!

*I know I promised not to name or depict our president-elect for the rest of 2016.  I'm sorry.  I couldn't help myself.  But...are you not entertained??


Vlad can't HEAR you!






Sunday, November 6, 2016

Speechwriter application, round 2.


Good evening.  Hello.  It’s me, Melania.  Did you forget me?  It’s been months since my husband, Donald Trump, has allowed me to speak, in public or in private, but I do so tonight at his behest.  He continues to enjoy making a fool of me, so the topic he has chosen for me to discuss tonight is online bullying.

I worry about my son, Barron von Trump.  He looks too much like his father.  He doesn’t take my hair advice.  If your parents were Donald and Melania Trump, whose hair advice would you take?  Melania’s, right?  My hair is amazing and Donald’s is very bad.  It’s very frustrating.  I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to speak my mind.  I am to be seen, not heard.  Don't forget, Melania...seen, not heard.

I also worry about Barron because most people don’t know what he actually looks like.  They assume he looks like this:


The only thing remotely accurate is that delightful little hand.  Just like his father's.  But I wish they would assume he is beautiful like his mother.  Instead, he is a classic target for those cowardly, faceless, nameless, internet low-lives.  Why are they afraid to use their names and pictures?  Is it because they are ugly?  Bullies should emulate my husband, Donald Trump.  He is proud to use his real name and picture while bullying others online.  So please, bullies, I want you to feel empowered to be yourselves.  It will make it easier for my husband, Donald Trump, to find you and put you in jail when he is our king.

I want to thank you all for supporting my husband, Donald Trump.  He tells me that I will be queen whether he wins the election or not.  I am so humbled.  God bless you, God bless Donald Trump, and God bless America.

Monday, July 18, 2016

Speechwriter application.



Thank you.  Thank you so much.  Please.  Thank you.  Thank you.

I am thrilled to be here.  As I look out at all your bright, white faces, I am excited at all we can accomplish together, with my husband, Donald J. Trump, as our king.

Some people wonder—what is the best thing about being the beautiful wife of Donald J. Trump?  Or perhaps, why did I debase myself and marry the man some consider the vilest American alive?  Two words: bank account.  Oh, and his giant dick, which I am contractually obligated to mention on a monthly basis.

I don’t understand why people think my Donald hates immigrants.  I mean, hello?  They don’t make bodies like mine in America.  Donald fully supports the importation—sorry, I mean immigration of beautiful women.  Rich American douche bags need people to marry too, you know!

When I am your queen, I will work for a cause very near to my heart—the cause of all the beautiful women and children.  And I do mean just the beautiful ones.

But for now I want to address all American women, even the ugly ones.  I have heard that some of you think Donald hates women.  It’s just not true.  Donald loves women.  Look at me—I’m a woman, and he loves me.  So you shouldn’t worry. 

Please, vote for my husband.  He is the greatest husband, the best. 

Thank you so much for all the love you've shown for Donald and me.  You’ll hear from me again in a few years—I’ll have a tell-all with Anderson Cooper after my contract expires when I turn 50 and Donald has upgraded to the next hot, young piece of ass.  We can’t expect him to keep an old hag by his side!

Anyways, God bless Donald J. Trump, and God bless America.