Tears of joy flowed like a Guantanamo torturer's water in that brown person's plaza, as possibly not fake news heralded the installation of a demented racist right-wing nutjob in charge of the White House.
Traditionally, the outgoing snuff-movie-reaction broadcasting sociopath, if classy, when time is running out, ups their foreign bombing to record levels as a sign of a graceful lack of petulance, ignoring the more trivial pursuits of golf and pornstars, and trying to claim more holes in one than Kim Jong-un and Epstein in the other.
As votes for erratic lunacy dwindled to an historic high of 70 million, if you just count half, the biglyest leader of a free world, Narendra Modi, marvelled at the magic abacus of the transatlantic Ant n Dec that delivered the results so efficiently. 'Maybe we should be looking at electoral reform' he said in fakier news.
In his autocue's first address, the former vice president of child-caging improvements vowed to unify California and Texas with plastic gun surgery on wednesdays and trans oil toilets on fridays, and promised to die as soon as he remembered what that was. 'The individual dies, the memeplex lives on' he was too stupid to say. The memeplex remains stable.
