The Bloody Doors Off

DOJ: “Here are 2 retired judges, appointed under Bush and Reagan, with stellar reputations.”
Trump: “No.”
DOJ: “why?”
Trump: ” The judge didn’t say I needed a reason.”
DOJ: “Who do you recommend?”
Trump: “I got a judge, and a lawyer who represented my 2016 campaign.”
DOJ: “…”
Trump: “…”
DOJ: “We wouldn’t object to the judge. Now can we have our nominees?”
Trump: “No.”
DOJ: “But whyyyyyyy?”
Trump: “I already said. I don’t need a reason. I’m Donald Trump. I could walk out to 5th Avenue and shoot someone, and they wouldn’t arrest me. People treat me like a king. And I am a king. And as Jung, I can just grab ’em by the p**** if I want. I’m Donald J. Fucking Trump and I’m Teflon.”
DOJ: *pulls out a gun, that fires off multiple indictments*
Trump: *falls to his knees*
DOJ: “Take him away boys.”
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I don’t know why I wrote this. It started as a joke because the first part *actually happened* today. And I wanted to make a satirical jab at this unyielding, Gord forsaken chain of events.
And it got away from me. And it was gonna get violent and I forced myself to ‘soften’ the ending because I didn’t wanna get banned by Facebook.
But writer’s shouldn’t censor themselves. Tell the story that’s ‘supposed to be’, not ‘what’s safe’.
So.
DOJ: *pulls out a gun, empties a clip into the mofo’s chest*
DOJ: “Case closed.”