Secretary of War Pete Hegseth consults with the President on the eve of destruction of a “shithole” country.

Secretary of War Pete Hegseth peeped through the door of the Oval Office and whispered softly, “Mr. President, do you have a moment?”

President Donald J. Trump, his face glowing like an orange sun, startled awake and muttered, “Sure, Pete, what you got?”

Hegseth entered the office and said, “We’ve spotted a flotilla of boat people escaping the Communist regime in Cuba. What do you want me to do about them?”

“What are they,” asked Trump, “civilians?”

“Women and children?”

“Are any of them armed?”

“They have both arms and legs, sir.”

“Then bomb the shit out of them. Hellfire missiles, 50 caliber machine guns. No survivors, do you understand, Hegseth?”

As Hegseth stood there, making notes on his iPad, Trump drifted off to sleep again. Suddenly the phone atop the desk jangled off the hook. Jarred awake again, Trump snatched up the receiver and barked, “Yes?” He sat immobile for several seconds as a tinny voice spoke over the phone. Hegseth waited nervously. Trump slammed down the instrument, then frowned ominously.

“Bad news, Mr. President?” asked the SoW?

“I’ll say,” growled Trump. “The cowardly, dishonest, corrupt, Communist, transgender Supreme Court just ruled against me on the tariff case. Now I won’t have any........

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