Social Order in Oregon Breaks Down as Citizens Forced to Pump Their Own Gas!

A typical street scene in Oregon today

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With rioting stretching into its second week and basic services such as electricity long since suspended much of Oregon has reverted to the wild, with packs of half-feral Oregonians wandering the streets picking through the rubble of their once-proud cities looking for food.

“Look Daddy, a Cheetos. Can I eat it?” asked one nomad, wearing only a cloth to cover her genitals and going by the pack name of “maack-lot-lot.

The Cheetos in question was actually the severed finger of an Oregonian, no doubt ripped off as the social order broke down.

From Washington DC, President Trump declared that the Federal government was helpless in the face of the widespread looting and cannibalism that had broken out and ordered the borders around Oregon sealed.

“God help us all. And god help anyone still alive in that forsake State” said the President.

The troubles in the former state of Oregon, now known as “The Badlands” began when Governor Kate Brown signed into law a bill requiring Oregonians to pump their own gas. Previously it had been one of two States where this had been illegal.

The breakdown was instantaneous, with many Oregonians refusing to go outside and questioning their belief systems.

“I’ve never pumped gas my entire life” said one.

This sounds like manual labor. We don’t do manual labor in this state. I thought we had evolved beyond that. Manual labor is something the rubes in Idaho and Nevada do. If I’m going to have to pump my own gas then I demand to be paid the prevailing minimum wage of 15 dollars while doing it!

Many Oregonians began stocking up on canned food and shooting anyone that rang their doorbell.

“You’re not taking my 800 pounds of beans you bastards” shouted one man as he fired from his window.

That man in question later killed his wife and children and added them to his baked bean collection.

His story is not unusual.

Soon Oregonians would not travel by daylight, afraid that they’d be easy targets. Instead they’d lay low in caves and coffee bars, sleeping until the sun went down where they’d go out, raping and looting until sunrise.

Sex has replaced the dollar as medium of exchange in The Badlands. Oral sex buys one a meal while vaginal penetration will give a woman a week of protection.

A tiny remnant of Oregonians has refused to succumb to the new world order and has tried to rally their fellow citizens to the old way of life that existed before they were forced to pump their own gas.

“Looting, rape and pillage? Is that what we are all about? We are Oregonians not Washingtonians. Let Seattle loot rape and pillage. We are better than that” one man cried from a street corner.

He was later tragically set upon by roving cannibals and devoured “quicker than Rosie O’Donnell going for a T bone” said an eye witness.

Despite the breakdown of civilization in The Badlands, New Jersey governor-elect Phil Murphy says he plans on signing a similar law forcing New Jersey residents to pump their own gas.

“Yeah I’ve seen what’s happening in Oregon” he said.

“But New Jersey’s already a shithole. We are used to cannibalism, looting, rape and wild fires. How much worse can things get? But I’m confident things won’t get that bad here. After all, it’s not like we are Delaware.”

Delaware governor John Carney could not be reached for comment as he was in the streets of Dover, eating human flesh.

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Manhattan Infidel Presents Handy Tips for Dealing With the Younger Generation

Just follow my advice and all will be well

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sooner or later it will happen:  You will find yourself middle aged and will have to deal with the younger generation, either at home or in a workplace environment. You may find yourself saying “I cannot relate to these youngsters.”  You may find yourself viewing them as an alien race or perhaps as shady eastern Europeans who may or may not want to cut off your fingers because you may or may not owe them money.

Do not despair. I have compiled the following tips (certified to work by yours truly) that will help you find common ground with the youth of today.

Music

Music can be a bone of contention between the older and younger generations. You may find yourself saying “Kids listen to this shit?” or “Sounds like a band filled with shady eastern Europeans who may or may not want to cut my fingers off because I may or may not owe them money.”

Try and find some common ground.  I like to open a conversation with young folk about music by saying something along the lines of “I’m not really into rap music but I understand this Chance the Rapper fellow is quite the bees knees!” By doing this you will be signalling your openness to new music. If all goes well you might introduce the younger set to the rebellious music of your youth such as Paul McCartney and Wings or The Carpenters.

Relations between the sexes

Interaction between the male and the female is more complicated than in our youth. Gone are the days when women were willing to perform any sexual act as long as they knew you were a male feminist and a liberal Democrat. Women today demand respect. If you wish to have sexual relations it helps to ask first.  I like to start off with “May I place my hands upon your breasts and stick my tongue down your throat in a way that respects your female bodily autonomy?” Women will appreciate your thoughtfulness and may think twice before deciding to mace you.

Negroes

The negro of today is a contentious lot and can often be found throwing rocks at CNN reporters or kneeling at sporting events. Gone are the days when the negro seemed happy that barriers were being broken and he was being welcomed into white society. Try and find common ground. Mention that you think Chance the Rapper is the bees knees. The Negro will appreciate your attempt to bond. If that doesn’t work mention that race is fluid and sometimes you identify as black like Rachel Dolezal. If that doesn’t work mention your admiration for Angela Davis.

Politics

Youth of today tend to be conservative. This may come as a shock to a child of the ’70s such as you. Be patient and try to win them over to your point of view. Invite them to a meeting of the local commutariat. Mention that it is the international year of the worker and you hope to overthrow the capitalist order. If he seems unresponsive to the glories of socialism persist in “re-educating” him.

So to recap these are my tips for dealing with the younger generation:

  1. Find common ground
  2. Preach the glories of socialism
  3. Avoid shady eastern Europeans who may or may not want to cut your fingers off because you may or may not owe them money

Good luck!

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My Exclusive Interview with the White Truck That Blocked America From Watching President Trump Play Golf!

A symbol of racism!

 

 

 

 

 

 

After an exhaustive search I have located the infamous truck that prevented the citizens of the United States from seeing their Commander-in-Chief playing golf. The truck in question has graciously consented to an interview.

WT: Hey it’s great to be here. Thanks for having me.

MI: [Silence]

WT: Um, so what would you like to talk about?

MI: [Silence]

WT: Hello?

MI: You f*cking make me sick! [Manhattan Infidel spits on the White Truck]

WT: What the hell man! Whatever happened to civility?

MI: Racists do not deserve civility!

WT: Racist? I’m just a White Truck!

MI: Exactly. A White Truck!  How long have you been an alt-right White Truck Nationalist?

WT: I’m a truck!  What the hell are you talking about?

MI: How long have you sympathized with the Nazi platform?

WT: Did you just call me a Nazi?

MI: Yes. Nazi!

WT: Wait a minute, are you implying I wish to redistribute income, punish banks and large corporations and institute the strictest gun control laws in Europe?

MI: Don’t change the subject.  You’re an ally of our racist president. President Trump is a racist. We all know that. We don’t need proof. And the fact that he hired a White Truck instead of a Truck of Color only further proves how racist he is. You make me sick! 

[Manhattan Infidel keys the White Truck]

WT: What the hell are you doing? Stop it! Why are you being so violent?

MI: Extremism in the defense of anti-racism and anti-fascism is no vice. I consider myself a member of AntiWhiteTruckFa.  The Anti White Truck Fascist Brigade. No amount of violence against your kind is unjustified!

[Manhattan Infidel rips off the White Truck’s windshield wipers]

WT: Help! Somebody help me!

MI: You deserve what’s coming to you, you racist fascist!

[Manhattan Infidel lights a rag on fire and tosses it into the front seat of the White Truck]

WT: Oh god will I’m burning!. Will someone please help me!

MI: Burn the fascist! Burn the fascist!

WT: Oh god no! The flames have reached my fuel line!

[The White Truck explodes]

MI: My job here is done!

[Manhattan Infidel walks away. In slow motion. With a silhouette of flames behind him. (I know it’s a cool visual!)]

I did my job. I prevented a fascist, racist White Truck from further harming America. Let him stand as a warning to all the other White Trucks out there: If you try to prevent our press (the first line of defense of American liberty) from filming our racist Commander-in-Chief playing golf (with a white ball no doubt) you too shall be taken out!

I am Manhattan Infidel, proud member of the AntiWhiteTruckFa army. We are coming for your White Trucks. You have been warned.

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Aging, Irrelevant Millionaire Socialist Who Skipped Out on Paying Irish Taxes Has Advice For the Rest of Us!

Someone please pay attention to me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paul David Hewson, stage name Bono, is disturbed by the election of Donald Trump and the direction America is taking.  I recently sat down with Mr. Hewson and allowed him to address his concerns.

MI: Good afternoon Mr. Hewson.

PDH: Please, call me Bono.

MI: No.

PDH: Do you like my sunglasses? They are edgy.

MI: No. You look like Hillary Clinton.

PDH: You know when Obama was president no one in America spoke to me like that. I think it’s symptomatic of the new meanness and  selfishness in America today. In the Western world, in our lifetime, there has never been a moment, until very recently, when fairness and equality was not improving. There were setbacks, but it was as if the world was on a trajectory toward fairness and justice and equality for all!

MI:  Okay.

PDH: But then Trump was elected. People’s innocence had died. And a generation that had grown up thinking that the human spirit had a natural evolution toward fairness and justice was learning this might not be the case. My attitude was, ‘OK, good. Now it is time we wake up and realize we can’t take any of this for granted.’ Big primates have been around a lot longer than democracy, and this dude who shall not be named – he is just a new manifestation of that big primate.

MI: Sixty three million people who voted for the “Big primate” as you call him might disagree with your statement.

PDH: Sixty three million American voted for him. Truly sad. Whatever happened to the great country, the compassionate country that used to be America. What happened to the great country that used to fund socialism around the world?

MI: We’re still here. Only now we’re not taking any of your shit.

PDH: You have a post-truth president leading a post-trust country! Listen to me America. I’m Bono! America courses through my veins.

MIDo you pay any taxes in America.

PDH: No of course not.

MI: Do you pay any taxes in Ireland?

PDH: No of course not. Tax rates were too high so we moved to the Netherlands where the tax structure is much more congenial.

MI: Congenial?

PDH: Yes, the taxes are lower and I get to keep more of my money. 

MI: You mean like the recent tax cuts in America that allow people to keep more of their own money?

PDH: [Pause]  Trump is a big primate.

MI:  Would you move back to Ireland if they cut their taxes?

PDH: Of course. In a second.

MI: So aren’t you justifying President Trump’s tax cuts?

PDH: [Pause] He’s a big primate. [Pause] Hey do you have a bathroom I could use?

MI: Right over there.

PDH:  Thanks.

[Paul David Hewson enters bathroom]

PDH: Thanks. I’ve been having these sudden urges to go all the time.  Stop. Start. Stop. Start. God my stream is so weak and dribbly. My doctor says my prostate is the size of Rosie O’Donnell’s stomach.

[Paul David Hewson leaves bathroom]

MI: Now where were we?

PDH: Trump’s demonizing of the press as “fake news” is post-truth!

MI: Where did you get that from?

PDH: CNN.

MI: Of course.

PDH: Excuse me I have to go to the bathroom again.

[Paul David Hewson enters the bathroom]

PDH:  These constant urges are very annoying. And nothing is coming out but dribbles!  Dammit I still haven’t found my strong steady steam. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to reach out and touch a normal-sized prostate, where the urine has no name.

MI: Well that’s about all the time I have.

PDH: You see that’s why we need higher taxes. We need to fund research on reversing prostate growth with age.

MI: If only you still lived in Ireland you could pay the higher taxes to fund that.

[Pause]

PDH: You’re dangerous because you’re honest. Well you left my prostate enlarged like a vacant lot for any dribbling to haunt. Pay more taxes America!  Fund prostate shrinking research!

And so ended my interview with Paul David Hewson (stage name Bono.)

Oh, and one more thing Mr. Hewson:

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A New Year’s Message From House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi

Greetings little people of America!

 

 

 

 

 

 

As 2018 approaches I have been asked to turn my blog over to House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi (D-CA) who has a message for the American people.  Take it away Nancy.

Thank you Manhattan Infidel.

I’d like to address the American people directly and let them know everything the Democratic Party does for them.

With the 2018 midterms around the corner it is important that Americans not forget that the Democratic Party shares the same values as they do.

  • Americans like paying higher taxes. We like higher taxes (Did you think you were entitled to keep your money?  Ownership is theft!)
  • Americans like science. So do Democrats. After all it is the Democrats and not the Republicans who believe in the settled science of climate change. It is the Democrats and not the Republicans who recognize all 31 genders. Republicans only recognize two. Two genders! Where’s the science behind that?
  • Americans are a religious people and are flocking to the beliefs of the prophet Mohamed. Islam after all is the religion of peace. We Democrats find great comfort in religion. Why the modern Democratic party itself is a religious instrument through whom all good graces of the State overflow onto its citizens. The prophets of the ’60s gave the Democratic party its belief structure, which is pure and with no admixture of error. So you see Americans, your belief in a higher power is something we in the Democratic Party leadership have in common. Your only mistake is praying to Jesus instead of the Party, which as has been established, is divine. Since you are already a praying people it should be easy for you to direct your prayers to the Democrats, the one true source of good.
  • Americans are ashamed of their military. So are the Democrats. When we gain control of the house in 2018 we intend to rein in military spending and use the money that would have gone to the military for social safety net programs.
  • Americans are ashamed of their ingrained racism. That is why after we gain control of the House will will apologize to Japan for World War II. The Japanese, as a peoples of color, have legitimate historical grievances against the white man. The Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor was an expression of the Rage of Color. We urge Americans to take a Japanese person to lunch or plant a Japanese tree. This is the best way to remember those blown apart on the Arizona or those who died when their air pockets ran out on the overturned Oklahoma.
  • Americans are a generous people and love giving their money away. Redistributing it as it were. So does the Democratic Party. And when we gain control of the House in 2018 we will take more of your money. 
  • And finally, and most importantly, Americans are internationalists and will gladly subsume national interests if they conflict with the moral authority of the international community.

So you see people of America. You have nothing to fear from a permanent Democratic supermajority.

Thank you.

Nancy Pelosi

Um. Thank you Nancy. I’m sure your message will resonate with voters in 2018.

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Charlie Brown Elopes with Teacher!

I am a sexual dynamo!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Local resident Charlie Brown was missing from school today. So was his teacher. It turns out they had eloped together.

“This town is going to hell” said one distraught adult.

I mean what the hell is wrong with the parents? Is there something in the water? We got kids starting religions involving pumpkins. We got kids who think they’re Beethoven. We even have two child lesbians. And we have a dog who believes he’s a WWI flying ace. Come on. Am I the only one who thinks something is wrong? And now Charlie Brown, whose testicles haven’t even descended yet, is marrying his teacher. Are all the kids possessed? Is this the Village of the Damned?

Sources say that there have been rumors about Brown and his teacher for months.

“He used to come into my shop to buy bubble gum” said a local proprietor.

And we’d talk. Normal stuff. Then one day he mentioned he was in love with his teacher. How sweet I thought. An innocent boyhood crush. I figured it was because she was warm and maternal and reminded him of his mother. That’s when he called me an idiot and said “It’s all about her tits and ass.” To say I was taken aback is an understatement. I know kids nowadays are more knowledgeable about sex but the language! I blame MTV!

Brown also told a friend that he liked his teacher’s “sexy mouth.”

He said that it turned him on how his teacher’s voice sounded like a trombone and that every time she opened her mouth he felt like “rubbing one out.” Now I’m only ten but I’m pretty sure rubbing one out doesn’t involve erasing the chalkboard. I think. Though now that he mentioned it her trombone voice does get me excited. I think I’ll rub one out. I’ll ask my parents if I can do that.

Music stores are reporting a run on trombones.

“I can’t keep them stocked anymore” said one owner.

I got kids coming into my store every day asking me for the “sex sounding instrument.”  At first I thought they meant the guitar. But they told me they wanted trombones. I’ve never thought of a trombone as sexy. Then one kid told me the sound of a trombone makes him want to “rub one out.” I tell you I’ve been sober for five years but I may start drinking again. The kid also called me a weird nerd because I was wearing an argyle sweater. Well you know the younger generation. If you’re not wearing hoodies and listening to Chance the Rapper you’re useless.

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The Army has announced that they intend to cordon off Charlie Brown’s hometown, remove the kids to a secure government facility to be studied, wipe the parents’ memories and burn the town to the ground.

“Trombone fever. Seen it before in the Congo. There’s no cure and it spreads like wildfire” said a general on the scene.

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Spock Accused of Sexual Misconduct!

What the hell man? I never touched her!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lieutenant commander Spock, Second Officer on the USS Enterprise was suspended from active duty after a “credible” claim of sexual misconduct was filed against him. If true the charges could end the career of the once-promising Vulcan officer. Even if proved not true it will be a permanent black mark on his record that could hold him back from further promotion.

The complaint was filed with Star Fleet HR offices in San Francisco by Enterprise Head Nurse, Christine Chapel.

I am woman hear me roar. I am strong! I am invincible!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I’m just a woman, subservient to Star Fleet’s patriarchal culture” said Chapel.

But sometimes a woman has to stand up to the male paradigm. And this was just such an occasion. During my posting on board the Enterprise I was subjected to a constant barrage of so-called locker room talk by my so-called superior male comrades. Captain Kirk makes my skin crawl. He’s always prancing around without a shirt

Once you’ve had green you never go back

 

 

 

 

 

 

talking to Doctor McCoy about the green women he’s slept with. I have to listen to it and bite my tongue. But it can weigh a poor girl down sometimes. That’s why when I met Spock I thought he was different. Those soulful eyes. He treated me with respect. Said it was logical to treat women as equals. After dealing with the boys being boys locker room culture of Star Fleet for so long is it any wonder I fell for the Vulcan?

Nurse Chapel soon took to visiting Spock’s quarters with Vulcan Plomeek soup.

He was going through the Pon Farr and I knew he was probably feeling lonely. We are two lonely souls. I thought we could bond over that. I did some research on what Vulcan’s like to eat so I made him some Plomeek soup and brought it to him. I’m a woman you know and sometimes a man just needs maternal female attention. At first he didn’t like that I brought him the soup but as I was leaving he said that I was beautiful. That’s all I wanted to hear! 

Sexually inappropriate activity

 

 

 

 

 

 

So I kept bringing him Plomeek soup. About 37 times by my reckoning. And we talked. About feelings. We unburdened our souls to each other. Well I did. He mainly talked about how Kirk was always walking around without a shirt and how it made him “illogically uncomfortable.”

But just as Chapel thought a relationship was starting the Pon Farr was over and Spock threw her to the curb.

He told me not to drop by anymore and to stop bringing “that horrible tasting Flomeek soup.” I don’t understand. I thought he loved it when I brought him soup!  How could I have been so wrong about Spock? He’s just like the others. He used me and then tossed me aside when he didn’t need me anymore. Now that I think about it every time I voluntarily brought Plomeek soup to him I felt the power imbalance. I was being used! And this woman will not stand for it! That’s why I’m accusing him of misconduct! Not just for me but for all the women in Star Fleet who may or may not have brought a male officer Plomeek soup when they were vulnerable.

As for Spock he denies any wrongdoing and calls the charges a “simple misunderstanding.”

“Christine Chapel is a dedicated and officious nurse who brought me Plomeek soup during a vulnerable period in my life. I apologize if I have offended her in any way” said the decorated Vulcan.

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Giant Child Destroys Commuter Train! Hundreds Killed! Congress Calls for “Assault Child” Ban!

God’s wrath is upon us!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A commuter train bringing in crowds to the city for the Post-Christmas sales was attacked by a giant child, which swept the train off the tracks and cruelly played with the occupants.

“It was horrible. Horrible!” said a terrorized survivor.

I was coming into the city to do some shopping when all of a sudden the train comes to a screeching halt. The engineer and conductors told us to move to the rear car. “It’s the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen” one said.  At first I thought maybe internationally renowned prop comic Carrot Top 

Do you want to see it? My act I mean

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

was on board doing his act. But then I looked out the window and saw it! They say there is no devil but he exists! He exists!

The “It” the traumatized survivor was talking about was a child, approximately 20 feet high, who was picking up the train cars one by one and shaking them until all the people fell out.

“She kept shaking and shaking the car” said another lucky survivor.

She was smiling like it was just a game to her. As I was falling to the ground I heard her say “Funny people fall out of train.” I felt for sure it was my time to die. Fortunately my fall was softened when I landed on an accountant carrying a copy of the U.S. tax code. I owe my life to those thousand plus pages!

After the freakishly huge child had emptied all the cars of the train she apparently became bored and wandered off shouting “Kitty!”  

When it was clear that the child was gone stunned survivors formed triage units to give blood and help the wounded.

From his office in Midtown Cardinal Timothy Dolan, head of the Archdiocese of New York stated that while the Church has no official position on the giant commuter train-destroying child he views it as a sign of God’s wrath.

These are the end times. The apocalypse is upon us. This giant child is clearly spoken of in Revelation. It is the beast. All people should go to confession now and ask for God’s forgiveness. You don’t want to go to Hell do you? While none of us has actually seen hell I can confidently predict that it’s worse than being stuck underground in the subway. During summer. In a car with no air conditioning. With your nose wedged firmly in the armpit of a smelly eastern European. Albanian probably.

The Junior Senator from New York State, Kirsten Gillibrand took advantage of the crisis to call for a ban on assault children.

Look at the footage we have of the child attacking the train. What is that in her hand? Is it a bump stock or something? People have to ask themselves why they need an assault child. It’s not for good I can tell you that much!

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The Worldwide Headquarters of Manhattan Infidel™ has just been informed that the photo that leads off this story is not in fact a photo of a giant child attacking a commuter train but in actuality a painting to promote the holiday train show in New York City.

As a member of the consortium of mainstream media we strive to be accurate. Unless we can make stuff up.  And not get caught making it up. We were caught. I now expect to be hired by CNN.

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Christmas Canceled as Santa’s Sleigh Collides with Flock of Migrating Canadian Geese

Ho ho ho…..what the hell! Geese!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tragedy struck today as Santa, out on a test run for Christmas, collided with a flock of Canadian geese over upstate New York. Santa, his sleigh and the reindeer were last seen plummeting to the Earth in a ball of fire.

“This is a sad day for us all at the North Pole” said a spokesman for Santa.

Santa loved his job. He loved bring toys to all the boys and girls in the world. Except Sweden. Last year when he was in Sweden a gang of Muslims tried to rape him. But I digress. Santa loved his job. That’s why he was out on a test run. He wanted to make sure the GPS on his sleigh was working properly. I apologize to all the boys and girls who will not be getting presents this year. We at the North Pole hope to recover from this tragedy and be back next year.

Officials at the National Transportation Safety Board have sent a team of investigators to the snowy wastes of upstate New York to locate Santa’s black box, which hopefully could provide clues to the tragedy. Specifically the NTSB wants to know the following:

  • Was Santa’s engine functioning properly?
  • Why did Rudolph’s red nose not see the geese before it was too late?
  • Why didn’t the other reindeer, who feed on Canadian geese, eat them before the birds flew into Santa’s jet engines?
  • Was Santa flying safely?
  • Why was Santa’s sleigh losing altitude at the time of the crash?

“While Santa was an experienced flyer who was certified on instruments, even an experienced flyer can make mistakes” according to an NTSB official.

He might have become become disoriented. So we want to rule out pilot error. Secondly his new sleigh was experimental, had many new controls he was not familiar with and might not have been fully compatible with his reindeer. This might have caused the sleigh to stall because his nose was higher than the tail. Just speculating here. But there are many things that could have gone wrong. That’s why we need the black box.

Finding the black box might be difficult, however.

We can hear it pinging but the exact location is not known to us. Have you ever been to upstate New York?  Damn thing’s probably buried under 20 feet of snow. I’m glad I’m not part of the recovery team. The last time I was in the vast, frozen expanses of upstate New York I lost a toe from frostbite. I did pick up some good office supplies at a Wegmans though so the trip wasn’t a complete waste.

While the black box has of yet not been located debris has been found including a red nose, several antlers, a hoof and what appears to be the front seat from Santa’s sleigh.

We also found a mostly intact human torso, a scalp and one ear. We don’t know who they belong to. Could be Santa’s. Or a as of yet unidentified upstate New York murder victim. You know how those upstate New Yorkers are. The cold drives them crazy.

While it is to late to hire a replacement officials at the North Pole promise to have one for next Christmas.

“Already we’ve gotten feelers from Matt Lauer and Pete Best. Both of them are looking for work.”

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Island of Misfit Toys Bought by U.S. Navy; To be Used as Target Practice

Bombs away!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Island of Misfit Toys, home to toys unwanted by little boys and girls, has been purchased by the Navy.

“This is a good purchase for us” said Secretary of the Navy Richard Spencer.

The island is strategically located and the Navy needs a place for target practice. Puerto Rico won’t let us use Vieques anymore. Damn Puerto Ricans. But anyway we are going to bomb the hell out of this island and leave it a smoldering wreck. And there are no Puerto Ricans on the island to annoy us. Believe me we checked.

King Moonracer, erstwhile leader of the Island of Misfit Toys explains why he accepted the Navy’s offer.

“They gave me lots of money” said Moonracer (pictured here).

I’m tired. The hell with these toys

 

 

 

 

 

 

And King Moonracer could use an infusion of cash right now. I’m deep in dept. Kings don’t make much money. I don’t care what you’ve heard. Sure I get a stipend but I have a lot of overhead. I have to fly around the world and pick up all the misfit toys to bring here. And I have to arrange garbage pickup. I have to make sure the electrical grid is working and water flows. Infrastructure is a pain in the ass man. It’s 90 percent of my job. And the misfit toys?  They’re a pain the ass man too. You’d think they’d be happy to be here. I saved them from living in dumpsters. But no. All they do is whine and say they want a home with boys and girls. You’re misfit toys! No one wants you! Can’t you get that through your thick skulls?

Now freed from his responsibilities on The Island of Misfit Toys, King Moonracer plans on relocating to Santa Barbara, California.

I’m going to spend a lot of time on the beach, do some roller skating and maybe meet some hot southern California women. It’s going to be an easy life. I won’t have to worry about infrastructure and most importantly not a damn misfit toy in sight. It’s going to be paradise.

Dolly named Sue, the spokesman for the misfit toys still left on the island seemed pleased with the transfer of ownership.

“I love Navy men” said Dolly named Sue.

I love Navy men

 

 

 

 

 

 

They are so nice and whenever they are on the island they always buy me candy and nylons. And a girl needs nylons. None of us really liked King Moonracer. He was distant and didn’t build relationships with us. You know, like former Yankee manager Joe Girardi. But the Navy guys are always here measuring stuff. I asked them if they are measuring things to build and they said “No ma’am we are sighting the island so our bombs will reach their targets.” I have no idea what he meant by that. It’s probably not important.

As for the Navy, they begin bombing the island after the New Year.

“It should be a piece of cake, especially if there are no Puerto Ricans” said Spencer.

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