âDonald Trump starts out playing around with Stormy Daniels, and the next thing you know, one of his final hurrahs is going to be down the street from an adult bookstore thatâs been here for 40 years. You canât write this stuff.â
Interview with owner of Fantasy Island, adult bookstore and sex shop in Philadelphia, down the street from Four Seasons Landscaping
What follows is a fictitious transcript of the conversation between Donald Trump and Rudy Giuliani in the immediate aftermath of the Philadelphia press conference:
Muting the sound from Fox News, a visibly irate Donald Trump answers his cell phone shouting: âThis better not another naysayer telling me I lost the election.â
RG: âOh, no, Mr. President, itâs me â your faithful servant and lawyer extraordinaire, Rudy Giuliani. We just finished our press conference at the Four Seasons.â
DT: âWonderful hotel even though it doesnât carry the Trump brand.â
RG: âWell, sir, we were not at that location. It seems one of my aides booked the press conference at a different venue, but still with âFour Seasonsâ in the name. Iâm going to fire that person since he was the same one who arranged for that bogus interview that fabricated the incident in the Borat film.
DT: âYou didnât put your hand down your pants, again, Rudy?â
RG: âActually, I did have to make a slight adjustment in my jockey shorts before going on camera. But, once the cameras were rolling, I never put my hands anywhere below my waste. I did raise them over my head to indict the networks and their âfake newsâ about the projected call for Biden.â
DT: âThereâs no way âSleepy Joeâ could have won. They must have counted ballots from dead people and the deadbeats of Detroit and Philly. Weâre filing lawsuits aplenty to stop the steal.â
RG: âSpeaking of dead people, it turns out that there was a crematorium across the street from the Four Seasons Total Landscaping where we held the press conference. One of my security guards snuck around the back and saw truckloads of bodies being brought into the crematorium. There were obviously getting rid of the evidence of the dead people who voted for Biden.â
DT: âGood detective work. Try to check on those names. And, what the hell were you doing at Four Seasons Total Landscaping?â
RG: âRemember that aide I mentioned and the mix-up. Well, we wound up at this industrial part of the city more than ten miles away from the Four Seasons Hotel. But, it wasnât a total loss. I bought a lot of smelly fertilizer to dump on the White House lawn to keep any noisy reporters away from you. You can have one of your Super-Spreader events to disperse the manure.â
DT: âCanât wait to see CNN reporters get a whiff of real bullshit, not the kind they forever accuse me of communicating.â
RG: âJust a quick correction, sir. Itâs actually a load of horse shit mixed in with the fertilizer.â
DT: âEven better. That might put to rest any nagging questions about the my erection â I mean election.â
RG: âNo worries on that end, Mr. President. There was a nearby sex shop that I snuck into after the press conference. I got us both a âDick Rambone Dildoâ for any future screwing around.â
DT: âListen, Rudy, I donât need any artificial sex toys. I have all the natural equipment I need for fucking.â
RG: âDidnât mean to suggest, sir, that you were deficient in that department. I mean look how youâve been screwing the Democrats these last four years. Thatâs some staying power, Mr. President.â
DT: âAnd I plan to continue to fuck things up. Theyâll never get me out of the bunker Iâve built in the White House. And weâve got a Great Wall surrounding me. Itâs like Iâm on my own âFantasy Island.â
RG: âWhat a coincidence, Mein Fuhrer â I mean Mr. President. That was the name of the adult bookstore and sex shop in Philly.â
DT: âStop putzing around, Rudy, and get me more dirt now on the Bidens.â
RG. âI will, sir. Iâll grab a few shovels from Four Seasons Total Landscaping.â
DT: âThe sooner you can bury those Bidens and the Dems, the better and I will be able to remain in the White House for the foreseeable future. As I was telling McConnell, Cruz, and GrahamâŠ
Here the transcript abruptly ended.
Source: Counterpunch.org









