“You Stupid Son of a Bitch!” roared from the lectern, the President pointing his index finger aiming at Chainsaw Chicken.
Chainsaw froze in position instead of leaving the press briefing. He slowly turned to face the President seeing who he was speaking to. Biden’s finger remained twitching at him. “Me?? Me, Mr. President?” Chainsaw meekly inquired back, also saying, “Why do you say that?”
Angrily, the President continued… “C’mon Man! You’re a dog faced pony soldier!” his finger now punctuating each syllable as he spoke adding, “I’d challenge you to a pushup contest if someone would help me up.”
The small George Soros creature known as Darth Chicken mumbled coaching phrases while standing almost off camera. “Tell him! Give it to him, Joe!”
Chainsaw raised his arm and pointed his hand to his chest. “Are you speaking about me, Mr. President?”
“I wish I could take you behind the gym and beat the hell out of you. I’ve been in a lot of locker rooms my whole life” Biden started sputtering seeming to lose his focus towards Chainsaw and refocusing on his own memories. “I was a truck driver before I was arrested for protesting against civil rights, I mean for… FOR civil rights. I would never stand for the way that you attack President Harris. Calling her “Camel La”. It’s Carmel, or is it Caramel… I like either one on my ice cream sundae… I sometimes just call her Butterscotch”… his hand finally beginning to lower, then suddenly raising up again. “We’ve been married now for years. I met her on my daily rides, One-way on the ol’ Amtrak on my way to the White House. She…. she was always there, taking my ticket, selling me a cup of noodles and a zagnut bar.” Biden’s speech began to slow and slur some. He began to actually wilt from behind the stand. “But Jill never would…(unintelligible words…. again and again) but she sure knew how…Hahahaha”.
The Soros creature, Darth Chicken, began to work some badly needed controls as Biden folded his hands and rested his chin on them.
Suddenly, assistant press secretaries emerged shouting “Okay, That’s all folks… There we go… Out the door… See you tomorrow… We’ll keep you informed.. Please disregard the last session… There was an audio problem… The president couldn’t understand the questions… Okay, out the door…”.
A White house staffer reached out to Chainsaw and told him that the President would like to have a private call with him later on today to ‘clear the air’. Please leave your number with Ms Psaki.”
I was just leisurely walking around my neighborhood.
“What a wonderful day,” I said out loud, enjoying the warm spring sunshine as it warmed my beak.
As I passed the house of the neighbor I don’t get along with—the one who lets his many cats roam freely—I glanced at the kids’ sandbox.
To my surprise, the usual “kitty biscuits” (the kind cats leave behind) seemed to be arranged in a message. The closer I got, the clearer it became. What a strangely artistic formation of… ah… cat turds. Then it hit me—I could read what it said! At first, I thought it was just a political statement expressing someone’s opinion… until I saw my logo decal!
I took a picture, intending to post it on social media. But given the recent “stink” over a similar (and equally innocent) incident, I decided to share it only with my loyal followers.
Before leaving, I mixed up the bio-deposits, leaving them in the sand so the kids could play undisturbed.
I wonder… did my neighbor ...
Chainsaw Chicken International, Ltd had thrown in a last minute bid to acquire the platform called #TicTok and make it a totally domestic. His entry has thrown the high-tech world into a panic,
#Tim Cook from Apple Inc. “Who is this Chainsaw guy?” Others like #Mark Zuckerberg from Facebook/Meta stated, “I don’t find much about him on Google why not?” Then, the director from #Google, #Sundar Pichai, was informed that Google had been restricting this Chainsaw guy, blocking results, keeping him pushed into the shadows”.
“How much money does this guy have?” questioned another media oligarch, #Jeff Bezos.
An aid answered with “I heard that he owns the patent on many of the items used by companies with products and items people use everyday”.
“Schedule a lunch with this guy” said #Musk. “I want to get to know him better”.
Don’t worry, New Jersey. Chainsaw Chicken is here. I’ll find out what these mysterious drones are up to.
I needed to get to my little secret. When I arrived at the plane hangers of our terminal at Chainsaw Chicken International, Ltd. I went in the back and drug out the last flying example of the famous Hiller VZ-1 Pawnee flying platform.
I ‘found’ it back of the storage hanger in 1964 when Fairchild Aircraft bought out Heller. We purchased this hanger at an auction once the acquisitions was completed. We wanted the hanger in order to store our future projects.
I filled up the reserve with Hydrogen Peroxide that I robbed from Mrs. Chicken’s hair products. The second tank I attached to an old chemical fire extinguisher. Then I lit the match.
I ascended to about 600 feet and started cruising around. I bet it wasn’t 15 mins when I spotted the whole fleet. They were circling the 10th hole at Trump’s Betminster Golf Club.
I leaned my flying platform over and headed for the ...
