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kaoticandenemies:

taliasturm:

sean spicer, a total asshole, wanted a minifridge so he wouldn’t have to drag his re-animated corpse to the cafeteria and be seen by all the people that openly mock & despise him on a daily basis, so he sent one of his assistants to go take a minifridge from an office of junior staff at the white house

and those staffers told Spicer’s messenger to go fuck himself, that’s their fridge and they actually need it because they don’t get meals at the cafeteria like spicer does

so, instead of being a reasonable human being and ordering a new one off Amazon, that asshole personally himself went to the officer at night after everyone left and stole the fridge, carrying it back to his office in the white house with his own hands

like that’s the perfect story to totally encapsulate what a complete and total joke not only this current administration is, but that the very bedrock institutions of American democracy are

it’s literally a fucking joke, they couldn’t write something as ludicrous as this on fucking Veep

This sounded ludicrous enough to be fake so I checked and it’s real.

http://www.newsweek.com/sean-spicer-stole-fridge-junior-white-house-staffers-640690

adventures-in-theatre:

so you know how everyone has a story

you know

like the story

like if you’re at a party and someone turns to you and says, tell the story

and you know exactly what they mean

the story

well

i have a story

and not unlike most good stories, it involves three key components:

barack obama

pre-2008 reebok sneakers

and the absolute earth-shattering horror you can only feel after making the worst mistake of your life

so here we go

it all began eight years ago

(i was a gangly child then)

and barack obama came to town

(when i was a young girl)

(my father took me out into the city)

(to see the president of the united states, obama)

(barack obama)

except it wasn’t the city but where my parents worked

and my mother was hired to take pictures of obama shaking the hands of others

(rich people)

(ceo’s)

(people who didn’t wear reeboks to meet the president)

so i skipped school to see obama

(naturally)

(but my teacher was a republican so it still counted as an absence)

and the adventure begun

but as i soon learned

most of the adventure was waiting in a large room with my mother and some secret service men for roughly eight hours

because there is no timing with obama

(barack obama)

no one can know when obama is supposed to be there

(barack obama)

there is no, like, obama warning system

(barack)

it’s just that one second he’s not there

and the next second

he’s there

(barack obama)

so it was eight hours

and i remember nothing from those eight hours except for when one of the secret service men tried to talk to me

‘how are your studies,’ he said

how’s school, he probably meant

but i didn’t understand at the time

i was a gangly child

i was scared

he was tall

(i cried)

and then all of a sudden

(about eight hours into the eight hours)

he was there

(barack obama)

he was beauty

he was grace

he was

(barack obama)

he walked into the room

he wasn’t wearing reeboks

(i noticed)

(i began to feel i’d made a mistake)

my mother took pictures of him shaking the hands of others

(rich people)

(ceo’s)

(none of whom were wearing reeboks)

and at the very end

obama began to leave

(barack obama)

i was happy enough to have graced his presence

but my parents

my parents were not happy

they needed more

‘mr. obama,’ they called

and they pointed to me

‘of course,’ obama said

(barack obama)

he’s so nice, i thought

and then it hit me

oh no, i thought

oh yes, my parents thought at some point, probably

i’m obama, obama thought, most likely

i was going to meet obama

up close and personal

obama

(barack obama)

the rest was a blur

and the next thing i knew i was there

with obama

(barack obama)

his hand was shaking my hand

his hand was on my hand

(nothing had ever felt so right)

‘so what’s you’re name,’ he asked

(with obama’s voice)

(because he was obama)

(barack obama)

and i almost forgot but i told him

and he said it correctly even though it’s weird

(obama said my name)

and we were off to a good start

how was i to know

how was i to know the horrors to come

‘so how old are you,’ he asked then

and that’s when this dream became a nightmare

‘twelve,’ i said

a seemingly innocent answer

but here’s the thing

i was

thirteen.

(thirteen)

(13)

(12+1)

(16-3)

(13.0)

(Thirteen.)

what have i done, i thought

(panic! at the election)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3LGopSVju4

i still don’t know why i did it

did i really forget?

did i do it for the thrill of the chase?

to see if i could?

maybe

but obama didn’t know

i did it, i thought, i lied

i lied to the president of the united states

i pulled it off

the greatest lie in history

the greatest heist

(i didn’t know what a heist was)

(i was thirteen)

‘oh so you’re in 6th grade then,’ obama said

shit.

i was so close

shit what do i say, i thought

the journey is not over

the nightmare rages on

what do i say

i open my mouth to say, yes

‘no,’ i say

what the fuck, i think

‘no i’m in 7th grade”

(because i was)

maybe he won’t know, i thought

but he did.

(obama’s been around the block)

(obama knows what’s up)

‘so you’re ahead of your class, then’ he said

(i wasn’t)

(i failed basic math at least twice by this time)

‘yes,’ i said, just wanting this nightmare to be over

just wanting the lie to end

for obama to call me out on my shit and arrest me

to spend the rest of my youth locked away in prison where i couldn’t hurt anyone any more with my lies

i waited

i waited for arrest

but arrest didn’t come

and that was even worse.

obama trusted me

obama thought i was a good kid

obama thought i was ahead of my class

(ahead of my class)

i let him down

i let obama down

(barack obama)

i watched him leave

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYNH1baA_7k

obama, i mouthed out after him

obama i’m sorry

(he trusted me)

why did i do it, you ask

i don’t know

after all these years

i still don’t know

it still haunts me

i still wake up at night, shaking, and i think

i lied to the president of the united states

(twice)

the photographic evidence of my nightmare hangs in my father’s office

i’m smiling through my pain

i’m wearing reeboks

obama is not

(barack obama)

i hope that someday, after obama’s retirement

we can put this all behind us and start anew

start fresh

(no more lies)

(no more deceit)

but i’m not naive

i know that we can never really go back

back to the way things were

five seconds after i met him but five seconds before i lied

but i can dream

i can hope

obama

obama i’m sorry

(barack obama)

Somebody tweet this to Obama

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