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Narrator: After travelling many miles in the daytime and sleeping on a tree at night, the priest arrived at a small town of a tiny landlocked principality in the evening. Feeling hungry, he went into a restaurant for dinner. Some distance away from his table, two men, one in his forties and the other seventies, were drinking heavily. Halfway in their drinking bout, the older man staggered onto a stage with a bottle in his left hand, took a drink and spoke to the diners.|
Older man: When they put my great friend (pointing at the younger man) on to refute my speech during the mayoral election last year, do you remember that catastrophe? He’s like this: "I need water. Help me, I need water." He was speaking to a large audience at an election rally. This total choke artist. He is now the "little boss" of this restaurant. Unbelievable!
Narrator: As he spoke, he staggered around and drank theatrically. He splashed the liquor around before tossing the bottle behind him on stage. Meanwhile, the younger man managed to stagger onto the stage with a bottle in his right hand.
Older man: Here comes our ”little boss”.
Younger man (smiling): Have you seen his hands? They’re like this. And you know what they say about men with small hands? You can’t trust them!
Older man: He's a nervous Nellie. I watched him backstage, he's a mess; the guy's a total mess. I joked recently, could you imagine the prince sitting there waiting for a meeting, and my great friend walks in and he's totally drenched?
I don't know what it is but I have never seen a human being sweat like this man sweats.
Younger man: He doesn't sweat because his pores are clogged from the spray tan. The mayor, my good friend here, isn't gonna make our town great, he's gonna make our town orange. He should sue whoever did that to his face.
Older man: Lightweight failing mayoral candidate was working hard one night last year. The problem is, he is a choker, and once a choker, always a choker! Mr Meltdown.
Younger man: He called me Mr Meltdown. Let me tell you something, last year in the debate during one of the breaks, two of the breaks, he went backstage and he was having a meltdown. First he had one of those makeup things applying around his mustache because he had one of those sweat mustaches. Then, then he asked for a full length mirror, I don’t know why because the podium goes up to here (gestured to chest). I don’t know why maybe to make sure his pants weren’t wet.
Older man: Fake News!
Younger man: It's time. The charade is up … a tough guy? This guy inherited a fortune. He's never faced any struggle … He has never punched anyone in the face. He was the first guy that begged for police protection. First guy.
He is a guy that has been protected his whole life, has been privileged his whole life, has been insulated his whole life — nothing tough about any of that.
Older man (Reading a handwritten note taken from his pocket): Lying failing mayoral candidate and lightweight chocker teamed up one night last year in a last ditch effort to stop our great movement. They failed!
Younger man (Reading the handwritten note which he snatched from the older man): “Lightweight failing mayoral candidate was working hard that night,” — this is true — “the problem is he is a choker, and once a choker, always a chocker.” He spelled choker, C-H-O-K-E-R.
How does this guy — not one time, three times — misspell words so badly? And I only reach two conclusions — number one, that’s how they spell those words at the school where he went, or number two, just like his trading company, he must have hired a foreign worker to write his notes and letters.
Older man: Fake News is working overtime!
Younger man: He’s the only one running for mayoral election that’s ever hired illegal immigrants to work for him. Oh no wait, he’s going to protect you from immigrants taking your jobs. Well why is he hiring foreigners to do the jobs at his companies that our workers are trying to get?
Older man: Fake News! Fake News! This is the only real answer - and we must continue to BUILD THE WALL!
Younger man: The reason why he won't release his taxes is because he hasn’t made nearly enough money as he claims he does. I mean this is a guy who has taken his rickshaw company bankrupt. His brand of liquor no one wants it, his pawn shop was a disaster and his school was a fraud.
Maybe he is not as rich as he says he is. His inheritance is from his daddy.
Older man: Fake News! I am involved, so I know when you're telling the truth and when you’re not.
Younger man: I will never stop until we keep a con man from taking over more power than a town mayor. He’s a con man. He's a con man. He’s a con man. I'll tell you why.
He started a fake school. He duped people into borrowing a lot of money, for manufacturing his clothing line overseas, for building his business on the back of his inheritance, and for hiring undocumented immigrants.
Older man: Fake News! SECURE THE BORDER! BUILD A WALL!
Younger man: A con artist is about to take over our party, and we have to put a stop to it. He is wholly unprepared to be a good town mayor.
Friends do not let friends vote for con artists.
Older man: Fake News! Believe me.
Younger man: I mean, this is unreal. Again, this guy is a con artist. He’s always making things up. No one holds him accountable for it. You have a guy who is being sued right now for fraud for his school. I’ve had stories written about my poor behaviour in school. He’s being sued for fraud, for defrauding people. Here’s a guy who had to pay a judgment for hiring foreign workers illegally to build his school.
Older man: Fake News is working overtime! (Singing the Build the Wall Song.)