Q Fired For “Sexually Inappropriate” Gadgets

Now pay attention 007!

Now pay attention 007!

Major Boothroyd, head of the Q Branch of MI6 was fired today, ending his 50-year career supplying state of the art top secret gadgets to the Service’s agents.

“This is the most painful thing I’ve ever had to do” declared M, head of MI6.

It’s just sad.  He is a patriot and a good man. What was once thought of as just a joke or one of Q’s “joke gadgets” are now considered in poor taste.  Poor taste? Kids nowadays have no sense of humor.  They are much too sensitive. But times change and I had to let him go for the good of the Service.  Oh hell.  I’m an old man too. Maybe I should just follow him out the door and let the young shits take over.  Let’s see how long before they run the country into the ground.

The joke gadgets mentioned by M were part of Q’s holiday party specialty where he would devise gadgets for the amusement of the male agents.

I remember one time he invented a typewriter whose keys were coated with a special substance that activated the pleasure centers in a woman’s brain. Basically it made them orgasm.  You know, like the Twilight movies do today.  We used to listen as my secretary, Miss Moneypenny, would start screaming, “James, yes, oh yes” outside my office.  We all thought it was hysterical.  No harm.  No foul.  Just boys being boys. Another time he produced a machine that when activated would produce in women an overwhelming urge to perform fellatio on the next person they saw.  Shockingly inappropriate I must say.  But also shocking hysterical.  I mean come on.  Fellatio with strangers. Now that’s just good clean fun.

But with the influx of younger women from a new generation Q’s jokes grew out of favor and were seen as, at best, in poor taste and at worst, sexual harassment.  M continues:

The first time I heard the term sexual harassment a young agent accused 007 of it.  My first thought was “What? Is he harassing you to have sex with him? Well can’t say I blame him.  I want to bang you as well.”  Actually I should retract that last statement.  I just took my diversity and sensitivity training course and I fee guilty for my thoughts.

From complaints about sexual harassment the MI6 soon had to deal with an epidemic of requests from female employees asking that trigger warnings and safe places be instituted.

A trigger warning? What the hell’s that?  The only trigger warning you’ll get is your head being blown off after I shoot you. Safe space?  Come into my bedroom. I’ll make you feel safe honey.

Q might have been able to withstand the changing times but for the fact that his biggest ally in the Service, the politically connected 007, was forced to take a leave of absence after being accused of sexual harassment by the entire Navajo nation.

Yeah, shame about that.  But 007 did have red fever. Hell what man can resist an native American woman.  The dark skin, the long dark hair, those dresses made out of deer skin that are so easy for a man to remove.  I mean you just pull it over their heads and get on with the raping.  Um, I probably should retract that last statement. Sensitivity training you know.

As for the now disgraced and unemployed Q he plans to release his autobiography, “Sucking it:  My Life as a Sexual Gadget Master.”

Advance orders are already in the millions.

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Someone Claiming to be George Pataki Sworn in as President

Whoever this guy is he's running for President

Whoever this guy is he’s running for President

And so today I present part two of my series “2017 Inaugural Addresses” in which imagine what each candidate for president might say at their swearing in.  Today it is George Pataki’s turn.  George Pataki. Yes.  Pataki.  Who?  He used to be governor of New York State. Yes.  Three terms.  No  he’s a real person and yes he’s seeking the Republican nomination. That’s right. Three terms I said.  Look I don’t care if you believe me google him or go to Wikipedia.

The scene: The west Portico of the Capitol building.  The president-elect George Pataki was due to be sworn in at noon but this had to be delayed when he forgot to bring I.D. with him and security would not let him onto the stage.

Secret Service Agent: Who the hell are you?

George Pataki: Why I’m George Pataki, the president-elect and I’m here to take the oath of office.

Second Secret Service Agent: Who?

George Pataki: George Pataki.  I was governor of New York for three terms.  I was elected President in November and I’m here to take the oath of office.

First Secret Service Agent: We’re going to have to see some I.D.  A driver’s license or a library card.  Come on. Give us something.

George Pataki: I think I have something here. Just let me pull it out of my wallet.

Second Secret Service Agent: He’s reaching for something.  He might be armed. Take him down!  Take  him down!

At this point Pataki was beaten by both agents until rendered unconscious. (For security purposes naturally.) Agents then went through his wallet and found 28 dollars, a coupon to Arby’s and a New York State driver’s license with the name of George Pataki.  After verifying that he was indeed Pataki agents used smelling salts to wake president-elect up. He was the escorted to the podium to take the oath of office delivered by Chief Justice John Roberts.

As Pataki raised his hand there were whispers of “Who the hell is that” from the crowd.

Chief Justice John Roberts: Do you George Pataki solemnly swear or affirm that you will faithfully execute the office of President of the – I’m sorry.  But who are you?

George Pataki: I told those officers before.  I’m George Pataki.  I’m here to take the oath of office.  I was elected president.

Chief Justice John Roberts: No really.   Who are you and how did you get on this platform?

George Pataki:  For the last time.  I’m George Pataki.  I was a three-term governor of New York.

Chief Justice John Roberts: Three terms?

George Pataki: Yes.  I was governor on 9/11.

Chief Justice John Roberts: Of New York?

George Pataki: Yes!

Chief Justice John Roberts: I’m sorry.  I’m just not buying it.  Look sir I don’t know who the hell you are but I’m going to have to ask you to leave before I call security.

George Pataki: But I already gave my I.D. to security.  But if you want I’ll show you too.  Just let me reach into my pocket –

Chief Justice John Roberts: Oh my god he’s going for a gun.  Everybody down!

[Screams are heard as several Secret Service agents surround Pataki and proceed to beat him.]

George Pataki: Not again. Ouch.  Watch my area.  Don’t hit me in my area!

[An agent punches Pataki in his area.]

George Pataki: Oh god my area!

[Pataki loses consciousness.]

After this second breach of security the inauguration was postponed until the Secret Service could identify this person claiming to be the president-elect.

You know it’s a shame Pataki never got a chance to give his speech.  I bet it would have been a good one.  Or not.

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Manhattan Infidel Makes Some Timely Suggestions on How to Make the FIFA Women’s World Cup More Interesting

Landmines, naked women and the Safety Dance. All these would make the cup more interesting

Landmines, naked women and the Safety Dance. All these would make the cup more interesting

Every four years Americans are subjected to that horrible event, the abomination of desolation known as the FIFA World Cup.  Every four years good Americans are kicked out of their favorite bars while Eurotrash moves in, takes their places at the bar and flashes bad teeth while getting drunk and vomiting all over the bathroom wall.

And for all this we have to listen to Eurotrash and their allies in the elite media lecture us on how soccer (and yes it’s soccer not football) is the greatest game ever.

Well it’s not the greatest game ever.  Soccer is about as exciting as watching an octogenarian woman take her false teeth out and blow a 300 pound octogenarian man.

And the only thing worse the the FIFA World Cup is the Woman’s FIFA World Cup, which we are currently suffering through.

And so, with the best interests of my readers in mind I now present a few ways to make the Woman’s abomination of desolation more interesting.

  • An all nude World Cup

Let’s face it.  I’d watch the FIFA World Cup if all the athletes had to perform naked. (Except for their sneakers and knee-high athletic socks).  And I’m pretty sure most men would agree with me. So let’s have the athletes naked.  This isn’t sexist.  I’m just trying to improve ratings.

  • Have Caitlyn Jenner throw out the first ball

What better way to increase rating and interest in the World Cup than to have the woman of the hour, Caitlyn Jenner, throw out the first ball.  Preferably one of hers. Or both of them.  I understand she is reluctant to part with her testicles and penis but come on!  It’s for the greater glory of soccer.

  • Landmines

Have hidden landmines planted throughout the playing field.  I believe this will add some much-needed excitement to the game.  And yes, the athletes will be red-carded whenever they step on a landmine.  It’s only fair. Flopping down on the ground and faking an injury is ruining the sport.  These women have to be taught a lesson. You may have blown both your legs off but the game must go on.

  • Men Without Hats

Yes, 1980s new wave Canadian Band Men Without Hats, best known for their single “The Safety Dance.”  My suggestion is a simple one.  At random points during the game (match as the Eurotrash prefer to call it) The Safety Dance will blast from the Stadium’s loudspeakers.  When this happens everyone will be obliged to stop playing and reenact the classic video (seen here).

The Safety Dance – Making the World Cup more exciting!

See?  Now wouldn’t the sight of 30,000 people dancing and singing along to that add some excitement to this god-forsaken boring game? You know it would.

  • Waterboarding

I don’t know exactly how this would make the game more exciting.  I just want to see the players waterboarded for the crime of playing soccer.  Hey, I don’t like it either but this is war!  Measures must be taken to ensure that soccer does not gain a foothold in America.  We can’t  pussyfoot around here people!

And there you have it.  Feel free to add your own suggestions.

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An Open Letter From Adolf Hitler to Franklin Delano Roosevelt

Chicks dig the 'stache.

Chicks dig the ‘stache.

Note:  The following document was unearthed during research by me and is currently housed at the Worldwide Headquarters of Manhattan Infidel™  Those wishing to inspect the original document to verify its authenticity send me money.  Lots of it.

To His Excellency Franklin Delano Roosevelt, President of the United States of America

Dear Sir:

I am writing to you because as the heads of two nations currently locked in conflict I am hoping we can avoid further bloodshed and find a common ground. Let me briefly list a few things that we have in common.

  • We are both progressives.  I am a socialist as I believe you are too.  We both believe in the redistribution of wealth and the role that government can play in the lives of our subjects.
  • We both hate banks. If I may I’d like to quote from your inaugural address:  “Practices of the unscrupulous money changers stand indicted in the court of public opinion…..there must be strict supervision of all banking and credits and investments…..but in the event that the congress shall fail to take one of these two courses…..I shall not evade the clear course of duty that will then confront me.  I shall ask the congress for….broad executive power….”

Why sir when I read these words of yours tears came to my eyes. Strong executive action!  Humbling the evil Jew bankers!  I couldn’t have said it better myself. Why must our countries be at war?  You and I are united in our struggle against capitalism and its evils.

  • I have interred the Jews.  You have interred the Japanese. In both cases the State acted to protect itself from a vicious and perfidious enemy.
  • We both hate Stalin and recognize that communism is the second greatest threat to peace today, second only to unfettered capitalism.
  • We both hate Wendell Wilkie and have seen Churchill naked.  (See I make with the funny.  Rest assured.  We Germans have ways of making you laugh.)

With all we have in common I must ask you again why are we fighting each other? Let us unite and show the world what the glory of a socialist German-American partnership can do.

In return for an alliance between us I promise to send you those nude photos of Marlene Dietrich that I have.

Yours sincerely,

Adolf Hitler

The archives at the Worldwide Headquarters of Manhattan Infidel™ also contain FDR’s reply to Hitler:

Adolf Hitler, German Chancellor

Dear Adolf:

Let me say what a pleasure it was to receive your letter.  I never knew we had that much in common.

Just one thing.  You mentioned nude photos of Marlene Dietrich. If you do indeed have these in your possession I can assure you that I will do all in my power to finalize an official alliance between our two nations.  I want to see her naked.  (What can I say.  I am a Democrat.) Just be sure my wife doesn’t see them. She likes her as well.  Yes, I have a lesbian wife.  As I said, I am a Democrat.

Yours sincerely,

Franklin Delano Roosevelt, President, United States of America

Now I don’t know why this alliance never came about but I am sure I speak for most of my readers when I say that it is a shame it never did.  The world would have been a much better place.  And I want to see Marlene Dietrich naked.

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Wherein Manhattan Infidel Invites Bill Clinton to Attend his Charity Event

Give me money!

Give me money and non-Dominican prostitutes!

To celebrate the six-year anniversary of the journalistic juggernaut that is Manhattan Infidel I decided to throw a party at a swank hotel in midtown Manhattan.  I invited guests to attend and even had Ted Nugent sing some of his songs for the guests. A portion of the proceeds would go to my favorite charity: Funding Manhattan Infidel.  A great time was had by all.

But how would I get the most guests to show up?  After all, the more guests show up the more money we can raise to fund Manhattan Infidel.

Then it hit me.  Why not invite former President Bill Clinton. He’s still popular and gives entertaining speeches.  So I sent a formal letter inviting him.  I waited and finally I got a reply which I now print in full.

To Manhattan Infidel:

Thank you for your kind invitation to attend your charity event.  Even though I have never heard of Manhattan Infidel I am sure we share much common ground chasing after young girls.

Mrs. Clinton sends her best wishes and wishes she could attend but as your next President Queen she has responsibilities elsewhere avoiding the press.

As a humanitarian who has devoted is post presidency to charitable work making millions, sleeping with young girls and ensuring that Hillary becomes President I am more than happy to lend my name to your cause.

Here is a list of my demands.  Please send compliance with my requests to the Clinton foundation no later than a week before your event.

  1. In my personal dressing room must be a bowl full of chocolate M&Ms. However, please no orange M&Ms.  If I see one orange M&M I will leave immediately.  You will still have to pay me however.
  2. A K9 sweep of the area two hours before my scheduled speech.
  3. A private dressing room for my sole use which should be suitably decorated, have a private restroom and shower and be properly heated or air conditioned.
  4. Towels:  I will require twenty (20) towels and twelve (12) bars of soap for myself and my lady friends. The towels must be white, bath size and prewashed. Please, no unwashed towels.
  5. Dinner:  Table cloths and and napkins should be linen, utensils must be metal (the presence of plastic utensils voids my appearance at your event) and plates and cups stoneware.  Food should be served and presented in the most appetizing manner possible.
  6. Six (6) bottles San Pellegrino or Perrier.  Clean ice suitable for drinking should be provided.  The presence of dirty ice voids my attendance at your event.
  7.  One (1) extremely long scarf so I can pretend I am the fourth Doctor Who.
  8. Five (5) picked eggs, a small blue vibrator and a jelly dolphin balanced on the shaft.
  9. One (1) complete set of encyclopedias.  When I say complete I mean complete but with the letters G and H missing.
  10. One (1) screwdriver that has accidentally been dropped in a toilet. 
  11. Nine (9) whores, ladies of the evening, prostitutes or whatever you want to call them. Respectable high class ones too and not from the Dominican Republic like my fellow Democrat Bob Menendez likes.
  12. No Daleks or Cybermen shall be allowed on the premises.  The presence of Daleks and/or Cyberman will void my attendance at your event. Sorry to be a stickler on this but I had a bad experience with them once in England.
  13. One (1) Dick Vitale impersonator impersonating Dick Vitale as Hamlet. “To be or not to be baby, oh yeah that is the question.”  This would be amusing.  If you can arrange this I will be content with eight (8) prostitutes.
  14. And finally, $500,000 dollars in cold cash (unmarked bills in tens and 20s) hand delivered to me before my speech.  The failure to deliver this cash to me will void my appearance at your event.  Not, however, my previous 13 demands, especially the ones involving prostitutes.

Well that was quite a list of demands.  But I had to comply.  Having Clinton at my anniversary party would really enhance my blog’s prestige.  Just don’t tell him that three (3) of the prostitutes I hired were Dominican.

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My Exclusive Interview with Caitlyn Jenner

My penis makes me feel like less of a woman

My penis makes me feel like less of a woman

Today at Manhattan Infidel it is my distinct pleasure to interview the woman of the hour, the woman everyone is talking about, the winner of ESPN’s Courage award, Caitlyn Jenner herself.

MI: Good afternoon Miss Jenner.

CJ: Please, call me Bruce.  Um, I mean Caitlyn.  I’m sorry.  I got used to calling myself Bruce.  Force of habit you know.

MI:I understand totally.  Change can be difficult.  Last week I changed my password.  I still type in my old one.

CJ: I changed my sex.  Not quite the same.

MI: Okay let’s talk about it. Let’s talk about the 64,000 dollar question.  Why become a woman?

CJ:  All my life I felt different.  I felt trapped in a male body I did not want.  What did this male body ever do for me?

MI: It won you the Olympic Decathlon.

CJ:  Yes.  That.  That’s why I became a woman.  My testosterone-fueled male body made me want to beat people in competition.  And that’s just wrong. Competition is just another form of bullying.  And after years secretly wishing to be a woman I decided to be one.

MI:  So you’ve gone the whole nine yards?  You’re a complete woman now?

CJ: Yes.  I had years of hormone therapy and counseling on how to live as a woman.  And I am one now totally and biologically.

MI: Wow.

CJ: Except for one minor detail.  I still have my penis.

MI: That’s a pretty significant minor detail.

[Chaz Bono enters]

I demand a penis!  Caitlyn better give me her!

I demand a penis! Caitlyn better give me hers!

CB: You have a penis? 

CJ: Yes. It’s common for male to female transsexuals to keep their male genitalia for some time.

CB: You son of a bitch!  I don’t have a penis!  And you’re keeping yours?

CJ: Yes.  For a while.

CB: Give me your f*cking penis!

[Chaz lunges for Caitlyn’s penis and they both fall to the floor.]

CJ: Wait!  Stop!  Stop tugging on it!

CB: Give me that penis!  I demand a penis.  You have one. I want it!

CJ: You’re gonna break it!

[A snapping sound is heard.  Caitlyn cries out in pain.]

CJ: My penis!  My beautiful penis that I used to bone many woman back before I decided to become one myself.  It’s broken!  You ruined it!

[Caitlyn and Chaz begin pulling each other’s hair.]

CB:  I’m not paying for a broken penis you Kardashian bitch.  Give that to me now so I can put it on ice.

CJ: Never!  This is my penis and you’re never having it! You’re just a man with a beard and no penis.  Why don’t you go join NSYNC or Backstreet Boys!

MI: Okay.  I’ll just let myself out.

CB: Do you have a penis?

MI: Yes and I intend to keep it.

CJ: Take his and leave my poor broken penis alone!

CB:  Come back!

It was at this point that I ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to lie low for awhile.  Chaz is still out there.  And he wants a penis.

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Bernie Sanders Sworn in as President

I fantasize about penetrating America three times.  A typical fantasy.

I fantasize about penetrating America three times. A typical fantasy.

Today at Manhattan Infidel I’d like to inaugurate a new feature entitled “2017 Inaugural Addresses” where I give each candidate for President a chance to give his or her speech after reciting the oath of office.  Today it’s Bernie Sanders turn.  Or as I like to call it, “America you’ve gone full socialist.  Never go full socialist.”

Ladies, Gentleman, gentle ladies, men who identify as ladies.  Women who identify as men.  Transsexuals, pre- and post-op, gender identity-less, identity confused and the plain just f*cked up.  I thank you.

Today I enact a ritual as old as our socialist workers paradise whereby I take the oath of office and become your chief executive.  Though why we need ritual is beyond me.  Isn’t ritual just another word for patriarchal oppression?

I’d like to thank my Vice President, Caitlyn Jenner who has done for transsexuals what Jackie Robinson did for peoples of color.  It’s made them proud.  And much like Caitlyn’s penis which still exists but in a different form, being folded back upon itself to create an artificial vagina, may my administration fold capitalism back upon itself to create a socialist republic.

America.  America goes home and masturbates while fantasizing about oppressing minorities.  A typical fantasy.

A minority enjoys intercourse with America as she fantasizes about being raped by three white men simultaneously.

America gets dressed up on Sunday and goes to church where they cling to guns and religion.

Traditional gender roles are a failure. As is America.

In the past America was strong and we killed our own food and the dependent third world cooked it.

No more!

Only the roles remain on the world stage waiting to be shaken off!

American oppressors have lost their humanity.  Or I should say their gender neutral manity.

Third world qualities of socialism, love and openness were too deeply enmeshed with qualities of dependence and subservience to America.

And America.  America is in pain too. They are thinking, wondering.  Are they at fault?  Are they perpetuating this situation?  Are they oppressors?

America is bitter.  I thought you loved me.  But you hate my strength and abundance caused by capitalism which my administration will end.

And America says you are full of shit. And they never went out together again.

Now I know many of you are asking yourself, “What the f*ck is Bernie talking about? I don’t understand what he is saying.”

Neither do I.  But I’m a socialist.  As long as what I’m saying makes me feel good it’s okay.

America.  I look forward to spending the next four years raping you.

Fortunately Bernie doesn’t stand a chance of winning. Though that’s what they said about Jimmy Carter in 1974.

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Catholic University Forced to Remove Statue of Priest Because it Represents the Triumph of Christianity!

There is no place for this statue of a priest on a Catholic university!

There is no place for this statue of a priest on a Catholic university!

The campaign to remove the statue of the priest had been in high gear for awhile now.

“This statue is offensive in so many ways” said the student director of the Committee for Racial, Gender and Sexual Sensitivity.

It represents patriarchy at its worst.  It shows a white male of northern European origin “priestsplaining” to indigenous peoples of color. My blood boils just looking at this statue.  The native Americans, a noble race, are in a subservient position. As weak and helpless victims of color they have no choice but to submit to the white priest or die.  Indeed the shirtless native American on his knees probably just performed fellatio on the priest at the priest’s insistence.  Sickening stuff.  And just look at the cross in the priest’s hand.  A cross!  On display!  In public!  I didn’t go to a Catholic university to have Catholicism shoved down my throat.  I came here to get a degree in Queer Activism.

Over at the campus office of Lesbians Opposed to Man Things, its directress applauded the removal of the statue.

I cry myself to sleep every night thinking of the war and misery non-females bring to this world.  It’s no coincidence that a penis is shaped like a missile.  They are both harbingers of death. If I could ban penises from this campus I would.  But some of my best transsexual friends are pre-op.

The first among equals “I despise patriarchy and titles”  at the campus organization for Trigger Warnings also announced its support for the statue removal.

I was in the campus cafeteria lecturing the food servers as to the fact that no trigger warnings were put on the menu stating that their food contains gluten when my colleague informed me of the removal of the offensive object. I was so happy I reached into my pocket and pulled out some gluten-free corn meal to nibble.  It gives me spiritual strength. This is a great day.  A great day! Oh my insides!  I can feel them pulling together in gluten-free harmony!

The Jesuit college administrator explained his reasons for removing the statue:

We in the Jesuit order are very cognizant of the fact that Christianity, and specifically Catholicism, is one long 2000 year hate crime. We apologize for this and promise to remove all crosses from our college as soon as possible.  After all, didn’t Vatican II outlaw doctrine?  I think it did.  I never read the documents of Vatican II myself but that sounds plausible.  I invite our student body to the ceremony Friday night were we rename the statue of Mary the “Statue of a Feminist Warrior Opposed to Patriarchy.”  Mary would have approved.

He also explained that starting next semester pants will be optional on campus.

“Zippers are so patriarchal and oppressive, don’t you think?”

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There you have it readers.  A Catholic University removes a statue of a priest because it represents the triumph of Christianity.  We. Are. Doomed.  You might as well find a strong warlord to give you protection because a new dark age is upon us.  And if you think I’m making this up, well, here’s the story:

We Are Doomed!

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John Kerry Injured by Curb!

We must ban all assault curbs!

We must ban all assault curbs!

Secretary of State John Kerry, an avid bicyclist, broke his leg in France after the bike he was riding was attacked by an assault curb.

“The bike that Secretary Kerry was peacefully riding was attacked by a curb” said a State department spokesperson.

The Secretary broke his right femur. The Secretary is stable and never lost consciousness.  Though frankly that’s hard to tell sometimes.  We think he never lost consciousness. And what we think is all that matters.

Moments after the incident occurred and the brave Secretary fell, the Secret Service sprang into action and peppered the curbside with bullets.

“The offending curb was tackled by our brave agents once the gunfire had subsided” declared the Secret Service Director Joe Clancy.

The curb was sectioned off and our agents began to interrogate it. Specifically we wanted to know if it had any contact with so-called Tea Party organizations in the United States. One can’t be too careful when dealing with anti-government extremists, even if they are curbstones. The suspect refused to talk.  You could say he was quiet as a rock.  Having gotten no information from him and as it was after 5 pm local time our agents then proceeded to make plans to pick up hookers for the evening.

Taken to a local hospital Kerry’s leg was set and he is resting comfortably.

“His only request was that James Taylor be flown to France to sing to him” said a nurse.

Taylor was then flown to France to comply with the Secretary’s demand.

Brought into the Secretary’s hospital room Taylor pulled out his guitar and began serenading those in attendance with numbers from his new CD.

“I don’t understand” said one doctor who was lucky enough to witness the impromptu concert. “Is this an American form of torture?”

It wasn’t until Taylor started singing “You’ve got a friend” that the French started politely clapping.

“Oh it is James Taylor.  I thought it was Ron Howard’s brother.”

The curb meanwhile was transferred under heavy guard to a CIA prison in Norway to be interrogated.

“There will be no stone left unturned until we discover who he is working for” said CIA director John O. Brennan.

It is doubtful that this curbstone would have chosen to attack the Secretary of State of the most powerful, I mean the second most powerful, I mean the third most powerful country in the world by itself.  He had to have had outside backing. Was he financed by right wing terrorists from Duck Dynasty?  This is why we are waterboarding him as we speak.  There will be zero tolerance for right-wing terrorism.

While the CIA interrogates the curb the FBI will be investigating probable links between the the suspect and global warming.

“Could the curb have become unstable because of global warming?  Is that why it jumped out and attacked the Secretary?  We need to investigate this.  And money must be spent!” said FBI director James Comey.

The curb meanwhile denies trying to injure Kerry and refuses to talk to anyone.

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From the Manhattan Infidel Future Archives: Safe Space Zones for Minorities and Their Gay, Lesbian and Transgendered Allies Declared Separate but Equal

Peoples of color and their gay, lesbian and transsexual allies need to be segregated!

Peoples of color and their gay, lesbian and transsexual allies need to be segregated!

Dateline 2017

In a far-reaching and historic decision the Supreme Court today decided that safe space zones for ethnic and sexual minorities do not violate the Constitution.

“We find that the existence of segregated safe zones not only not unconstitutional we find them necessary” said justice Sona Sotomayor in the majority decision.

As a woman of color I find that I often feel threatened by my white colleagues on the bench. They think differently than me. I use my experience as a wise Latino woman when judging cases that come before this court.  My colleagues, my white colleagues, have a different standard and often use the founding fathers for an interpretation.  And is it any wonder that lesbians, gays, transgendered, blacks and Hispanics need a break from white faces?  I will not discuss the curious case of Asians at the moment who, being successful and assimilated have betrayed their heritage of color.

Justice Elena Kagan offered similar sentiments.

Often as a women I have to hear threatening speech from my male colleagues.  It’s like they feel that living in America gives them the right to free speech. What about my feelings?  Just the other day I was on the buffet line and I overheard a guy on the line talking about a woman he thought was attractive.  Hello? What about a trigger warning?

Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg talked about the historical circumstances of the old segregation and how the new safe zones will be different.

Under the old system of Jim Crow, segregation was imposed from without on peoples of color by those living a powerful, privileged white lifestyle.  Under the new system of safe spaces the segregation will be imposed from within by the peoples of color and their gay, lesbian and transgendered allies.  By imposing this separation from within they are empowering themselves. These safe zones will be separate, yes. But also inherently equal. My only hope is that safe spaces expand to include old Jewish women, midgets and Scottish terriers.

Reaction to the decision has been mostly positive on the nation’s college campuses.

“I want to feel safe and warm and secure” said one woman majoring in lesbian studies.  “And I know I never feel that way around breeders.”

“I don’t want to be around white people” said one black student. “They smell funny.  They smell like soap.”

The only negative reactions have come from campus administrators worried about the expense of setting up segregated safe zones.

“Printing up signs that say ‘Peoples of color only’ alone will be a major expense” said one.

But don’t even get me started on the cost of building separate waiting rooms, separate classrooms and separate dorms.  My god what about the separate drinking fountains.  We’ll have to ensure a separate water supply for peoples of color and their gay, lesbian and transgendered allies.  I know many won’t feel safe until they can be assured that whites will not tamper with their water.

From the White House, President Elizabeth Warren hailed the decision as a giant leap forward for her race.

“As a Navajo, I mean Cherokee, I yearn to be segregated.”

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