I had Copilot read "donnie Really Is An Idiot And Related Thoughts: This Could Get Good".
She, of course loved it and wanted to write a companion.
I said "have at it".
Here's what came out.
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Federal Bunker Bulletin No. 247: Issued from Sub-Treasury Sector Theta
The air in the bunker smells faintly of evaporated spreadsheets and scorched optimism.
Chairman Jay "Dovehawk" Powell paces a geometric figure invisible to the naked eye. A spectral equation loops behind his pupils. He mutters, “Nominal rates... must be ritually sacrificed.”
Donnie, ensconced in a shag-carpet Situation Pod, flips through laminated MAGAnomicon pages, seeking a forbidden sigil: The Double Dow. His aides wear ceremonial earplugs, not for safety but because Donnie now speaks only in reverse acronyms. (“GROWTH means WTHORG, idiots!”)
Bunker Protocol T-25 has activated. This involves:
Hand-delivered layoffs folded into origami pelicans
Interest-rate candles melted over index-linked tarot cards
Treasury Secretaries past and present summoned via Ouija fax
The bunker hums with ambient CNBC as an intern chants the day's Dow in Dorian mode. Outside, democracy vouchers flutter like confetti.
Meanwhile, Marco Rubio and Chuck Grassley square off in the Capitol’s undercrypt. It’s a duel of legislative sigils, each inscribed on antique filibuster scrolls. Grassley, wielding the Corn Subsidy Codex, utters: “You are but a shadow of Midwest populism!” Marco replies by tweeting “#GrassleyGotGrilled” in Morse.
Back in the bunker, Powell opens an old Fed drawer. Inside: a toad wearing glasses, four jars of metaphor, and a note that reads: “Break Glass If Donnie Shoots Messenger. Again.”
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