"What woman is that?"

[JJ_BPK]

Friends, Republicans, Countrymen, lend me your ears.

I come to support Brandon, but not to praise him.

The evil that men do lives after them and is oft interred with their bones, so let it be with Brandon.

BUTT, Beware the ID's of March

Brandon: "Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue shriller than all the music"

Crys Brandon: "Speak"

Brandon is turn'd to hear: "What woman is that?"

JJ the FOG: "A soothsayer bids you beware of the ides of March."

[Box]

Good post - I do like a good reboot of classic Shakespear. It reminds me of my days in the theater...


SCENE III. The White House Situation Room: Enter Dr Jill Biden, Ronald Klain, Karine Jean-Pierre, Jake Sullivan, and Kamala Harris…

KAMALA: Where is the president?

Dr Jill BIDEN The president himself has wandered into a press conference.

KARINE JEAN-PIERRE: Of hostile journalists, they have a full three score thousand.

JAKE SULLIVAN: There's five to one; besides, even the liberals are starting to ask questions.

KAMALA: O that we now had here but one ten thousand of the Clinton hitmen that do no work today!

LESKO BRANDON: What's he that wishes so? My dear Jean-Pierre? No, my fair press secretary - if we are marked to shame our party, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer teleprompters, the greater share of memes and YouTube videos we will generate.
C’mon Man !!
George Soro’s - I pray thee - buy not one District Attorney more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon the peasants. It yearns me not if Fox News my gaffes do air. Such outward things dwell not in my desires: I can't even remember what the hell I had for breakfast…
…But if it be a sin to covet and abuse power, I am the most offending soul alive.

No, faith, my coz, wish not another journalist from England – for they only mock my deeds. God's peace! I would not lose so great an honor since I totally got 81 million votes and can do it again…
…because you know, the thing.

Do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Jean-Pierre, through my host, that those which hath no stomach to this midterm election, let them depart; their press credentials shall be revoked and taxpayer money for their offshore bank account put into their purse. We would not campaign in that person's neighborhood that fears their fellowship to hold a live press conference with me. This day is called the feast of Socialism. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home without getting outed in the press for their corruption will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, and rouse him in the name of Socialism.

He that shall live this day, and see old age, will yearly on the vigil feast, go and red flag his neighbors, and say 'Tomorrow is election day:' Then will they strip their sleeve and show their COVID vaccine booster scars and say 'These jabs I had while spending two weeks to flatten the curve”

Voters forget: yet all shall be forgotten, but right-wing conspiracy nuts will remember with advantages the outright voter fraud that took place that day - then shall our names, familiar in their mouths as household words
-Lesko Brandon
-Biden and Sullivan,
-Kamala and Ronald Klain,
Be in their offshore bank accounts, freshly remembered. This story shall the president teach his crackhead son; and Hunter Brandon shall ne'er be charged, from this day to the ending of the world…

But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we corrupt joyous few, we band of socialists and fascists for he today that sheds their blood this day will simply be labeled as dissidents, extremists, and domestic threats, shall be mothers labeled as dangerous for wanting to raise their own children; be they labeled as vile and deplorable.

And gentlepersons in Europe now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their personhood cheap while no one dare speak that frauded with us upon election day

[Badger52]

Bravo! Bra-VO!!!


(Curly Bill shoots into the ceiling and Lesko Brandon is stood drinks later at the bar.)

[JimP]

Some Romeo and Juliet (possibly Troilus and Cressida..?) mixed with St. Crispin's. Well done!!!

"Nay.....thou shan't lie down and perish for there is grifting to be done. Rise, rise and be on your way. Let there not be talk of wasted moments and idleness when there are sheep to be fleeced."

[Box]

Originally Posted by JimP

Some Romeo and Juliet (possibly Troilus and Cressida..?) mixed with St. Crispin's.

Ah yes, the tragic tale of two star-crossed liberal extremists; Bandon Montague and Dr Jill Capulet...

Dr Jill Capulet:
O Brandon, BRAAAAAAN-DON !!! wherefore art thou now Brandon?
Deny thy corruption and refuse to answer any more questions;
Or, if thou wilt not stoppest thine talking to the press, be sworn not to telleth the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Bandon Montague:
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Is this my inside voice or am I speaking out loud?
How in the fuck did I get here?

Dr Jill Capulet:
'Tis but thy name that makes us married you idiot - I seeketh only your lofty lifestyle;
Thou art thyself, though not a functioning adult.
What's is a functioning adult anyway? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man.
(or woman, or trans women, or transman, or gay transman, or whatever)
O, be some other name for there are so many genders to remembereth!
What's in that bitches hair? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
STOP SNIFFING PEOPLES FUCKING HAIR JOE
So Brandon would were he not Brandon call'd,
Retain that dear perfection with which he sniffs the hair of creeped out children and women that feareth the secret service...
Without that title. Brandon, dufus be thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee take all myself.

Bandon Montague:
I dont,
What are we...
I don't understand who is...
...where are my notes?
Dr Jill, I take thee at thy word since I'm not sure what to do next...


Dr Jill Capulet:
[Aside] for fuck sake Joe, just wave and say, "God bless our troops"

Bandon Montague:
God bless us, EVERY ONE !!
...can we go get some ice cream now? I'm tired

[JimP]

Shit....we need to figure out an allotment button for Box. Maybe get him into the CFC so he can continue "his art."