Police Called After Brawl Breaks Out at Superhero Social!

Superman is cheating!

Superman is cheating!

The 8th annual Superheroes Social ended abruptly after a brawl broke out among the attendants, forcing local police to break up the social and arrest several participants.

“It was the wildest thing I’ve ever seen” said a policeman called to the scene.

Police separated the combatants while trying to figure out how it began.  Apparently the trouble started during a game of poker when Batman accused Superman of cheating.

“He always wins” whined Batman.

He’s using his x-ray vision to cheat. He knows what my cards are! He says he’s not cheating but I don’t believe him. That’s why I clocked him. Ha! He never saw my right cross coming. Where’s your x-ray vision now Krypton boy?

Superman was treated by paramedics at the scene for a broken nose.

“He was pretty embarrassed” said an EMT.

Embarrassed. And bloody. And drunk. Boy was he drunk.  That’s why I say people shouldn’t drink at these things. Fights always start. Anyway Superman was threatening retaliation. “Nobody punches me! Nobody!” he kept saying over and over. We gave him a sedative to calm him down. Oh, and because he was drunk he had to go to the bathroom. That’s not a pretty sight.  The guy can leap tall buildings at a single bound so you can imagine how far his urine stream goes. People in the next town thought it was a rainbow.

The fight between Superman and Batman wasn’t the only trouble at the social.

“All these superheroes have pretty big egos” complained a cop.

The Hulk and Captain America got into it. Captain America kept taunting the Hulk saying that he wasn’t as patriotic as Captain America. Then he said that the Hulk wasn’t really a superhero just a “big green freak with anger issues.” Well that made the Hulk pretty angry. Last anyone saw of him he was running down the road destroying cars and saying “Hulk smash!”

And then there was the inevitable hook up.

“These superheroes are laden with testosterone.”

I mean it’s just a wonder we didn’t find more sexual activity. Thor and She-Hulk

One hot mama!

One hot mama!

were going at it hot and heavy when we arrived.  I won’t get into details but she was on her knees and Thor was moaning “Service the hammer of Thor!  Service it all baby!” I’m a man and I don’t want to interrupt two consenting adults but it was in public! Kids might have seen them. They were both pretty sheepish though and She-Hulk did give me her number.

Thor, She-Hulk and Batman were issued desk tickets for disorderly conduct. Superman was not charged but taken to a hospital to have his broken nose set. The Hulk remains at large and a warrant has been issued for him.

“He should be pretty easy to find. We’ll just keep following the trail of smashed cars” said a police sergeant.

As for the owner of the park where the social was held, he vows never to invite the superheroes again.

“With all the fighting and public sex you’d think they were hip hop artists!”

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Bear Gryll Attacks His Most Difficult Challenge Yet: Behind the Lines in Corporate America.

I am going to show you how to survive in Corporate America

I am going to show you how to survive in Corporate America

Since I’m tired today and don’t feel like writing anything I have given the pages of Manhattan Infidel over to a guest blogger:  Notes survivalist and star of Man Vs. Wild, Bear Grylls.  Take it away Bear.

Thank you Manhattan Infidel.  I’m Bear Grylls. I’m going to show you what it takes to get out alive of some of the most dangerous places on Earth. I’ve been alone in the desert.  I’ve eaten scorpions (it was an explosion of pus). I’ve parachuted into glacier. But today I show you how to survive in the most dangerous environment ever:  Corporate America.

I have infiltrated 30 Rock in Manhattan by pretending I am part of a tour group. The first change I got I broke off and pretended I was a worker in Corporate America. My first goal:  Shelter. Without shelter I will be at the mercy of interns.

It is important that I find a free office to hunker down in before the interns, those rapacious animals, tear me to shreds. I was lucky to find an abandoned office. Abandoned because the previous occupant is on maternity leave. Or perhaps it’s abandoned because the cruel economic policies of Republicans have led to layoffs. Whatever the cause. I’m not here to judge. But Republicans are racist! 

But before I am safe in my office I have a run-in with an intern who asks me who I am. I attempt to bluff my way out of danger by telling her that this is my office. She doesn’t believe me and threatens to call security. Thinking quickly, and determined to defend myself, I knock her unconscious with a stapler. I then tie her up. Her flesh may come in handy later if I cannot find food.

My second need is water. In normal corporate American circumstances a man needs three to four bottles of water just to survive. If I don’t find water soon I will lose strength, pass out and potentially be devoured by interns.

Finding no water, I take my shirt off, unzip my pants and urinate on my shirt. I will be forced to drink my urine. Tying the shirt up I let the urine drip into my mouth. 

I am discovered by a security guard who shouts at me, “What the hell are you doing you crazy white boy!” I retreat into my office sanctuary before he can capture me.

Food. I need food. I leave my office and scour empty conference rooms looking for leftovers. After 20 minutes I find some dunkin donuts.  These are an excellent source of sugar. And sugar will give me energy. I grab the donuts and run back to my office. I will wake up periodically during the night and eat my new-found food.

It will be night soon. I will need light. A fire always warms the heart but if I start a fire I will soon be surrounded by security guards. Instead I turn on the desktop in the office. They will be my light. But first, I call the help desk to get a password to log in.  Yes, it’s between eight and 15 characters and I still can’t log in.  The Help Desk gives me a new password and I am able to log in. The light from the monitors cheers my heart during the long dark night in Corporate America.

At last the sun comes up. Time to make my escape.  I go into a bathroom and find fresh feces.  Still warm. This means that interns are near. I must make my escape now!  I wait in the shadows for a tour group.  Finally one show ups and I attach myself to it and make my escape. I will always treasure my time in corporate America. And its donuts. I am safe now.

Thank you Bear Grylls.

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Local Girl Comes Home From College Radicalized!

Down with men!

Down with men!

Local residents were concerned when one of their own, a former cheerleader, returned from college radicalized.

“I was shocked” said her neighbor.

I’ve known her since she was a kid. Always sweet, cheerful and friendly. She and my daughter were varsity cheerleaders together. But when she came to see my daughter I held the door open for her. She yelled at me and said I was violating her safe space and she resented my patriarchal privilege. Then she maced me. I’ve been maced before. I’m married to an Irish woman after all. Still I was surprised.

Her mother blames herself.

“I was the one who told her to major in feminist studies” she lamented.

She originally wanted to major in Home Economics.  I told her that she might make more money by being a feminist studies major. The major says “Studies” so that means it’s important. But when she came home I asked her if she could help me cook dinner for her father. She threw a tampon in my face and called me a slave. The next morning I caught her carving the turkey with a wire hanger. She said it was to symbolize the days when women didn’t have female reproductive freedom.

Police became involved when she stopped traffic on the street by taking off her top and shouting “My breasts are not yours to look at.”

“I must confess I didn’t understand the logic of this” said one of the officers called on the scene.

To take your top off and expose your breasts while holding a sign that says “My breasts are not yours to look at” just didn’t make any sense. Kind of like electing a socialist who will raise taxes to improve our economy. Anyway we arrested her. She spit on me and called me a “penis monster.”  I’ve been called worse.  We ignore it. It’s part of our training.

Released on bond and warned not to disturb the peace she went to an elementary school and  started handing out fliers to the children urging them to cut their penises off.

“Fortunately since this is the American education system none of the kids can read” said a teacher.

Reading, writing and math are old fashioned. We teach the kids about white privilege and guilt. It seems to help them realize that America is a racist country. We talk about the evils of capitalism also. Sometimes we have sex with the kids because love is love.

The last word belongs to her parents.

“We don’t understand what happened to our girl. This doesn’t represent mainstream feminism. Feminism is the ideology of peace!”

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Tarzan and Jane Break Up!

Me Tarzan you Jane no walk away from me!

Me Tarzan you Jane no walk away from me!

Tarzan and Jane, the world’s second most popular half-naked wild couple, behind only Kanye West and Kim Kardashian have announced that they are breaking up.

“Tarzan love Jane. Tarzan all broke up” said Tarzan.

Sources close to the super feral couple say that the breakup was long in coming and that it was Jane who initiated it.

“Look Jane loves Tarzan but she’s grown as a woman and she feels that her future no longer includes him” said a close friend of Jane.

The couple first met when Jane was marooned off the coast of Africa. The attraction between the two was instantaneous.

“I was attracted to his take charge attitude” she said.

I had just been marooned. We were out of water and near death. And then he showed up.  He knew what to do. He got us water and food. I liked that.  I also like how his chest was perfectly smooth.  I mean he lived in the jungle but he still had time to manscape. That told me he was a multitasker. So we hooked up.

The couple became inseparable and were often seen swinging through the vines together.

“They quickly organized the rest of the chimpanzees and animals” said a frien\d.

The two of them became the leaders of the pack, so to speak. All the animals in the jungle looked up to Tarzan and would do anything for him. And why not? He could wrestle apes, lions, gorillas, rhinos, crocodiles and tigers. And his chest was shaved. That was very important as the chimps saw his smooth, waxed, shaven chest as a sign of superior intelligence. Hell, it turned them on. And why not? It’s turning me on right now.

But eventually Jane’s nascent feminism grew to resent Tarzan.

“I no longer felt the need to be dominated by him” she said.

Everywhere I went he was right behind me. His presence was suffocating. I had no safe space. As I grew in feminist consciousness I began to resent his constant need for sex. I now find male sexuality disgusting. If I even sense that a man wants me I punch him. Then I go to my fainting couch and cry bitter tears of the oppressed. Plus let’s face it. This whole Lord of the Jungle crap wreaks of patriarchy!

As for Tarzan friends say he is taking the breakup hard.

“He’s very depressed” according to one of his jungle followers.

He sits around all day. He won’t lead us anymore. He’s stopped eating. He won’t swing from the vines. He’s even stopped shaving his chest! He’s not shaving his chest! We’ve ask him to shave but he won’t. He keeps saying that without Jane he no longer cares about maintaining a buff, waxed and smooth chest. The chimps have nothing to masturbate to. It’s total chaos in the jungle!

Jane maintains that she will always love Tarzan but the breakup is simply part of the growing process.

“Sisters are doing it for themselves. Standing on their own two feet!”

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On Eve of New Hampshire Primary Jeb Bush Visits Amputee Ward; Asks for Applause

Please clap

Please clap

With the primary finally upon him, a badly trailing Jeb Bush, attempting to garner last minute votes, dropped by a local old age home to get out the vote. The lucky recipient of Bush’s visit was the New Hampshire Home for Veterans.

Strolling confidently into the break room Bush addressed the assembled veterans.

“My pledge to you, I will be a commander and chief who has the back of the military” said the former Governor.

I won’t trash talk, I won’t be a divider-in-chief or an agitator-in-chief. I won’t be out there blowharding, talking a big game without backing it up. I think the next president needs to be a lot quieter but send a signal that we’re prepared to act in the national security interest of this country. To get back in the business of creating a more peaceful world.

Finishing his thinly-veiled swipe at Trump, Bush fell silent and waited for applause. And waited. And waited.

When the applause didn’t come Bush tried to jump start the clapping.

“Please clap. Come on please clap!”

Again he was greeted by silence.

“What the hell is wrong with you people. F*cking clap for god’s sake!”

“This is a f*cking amputee ward” shouted a resident.  “We can’t clap!”

“Well what about your legs?  Do you have legs?  How about stomping the floor for me?”

“I have no arms and legs you asshole” screamed another resident.

Sensing that he was losing the crowd the presidential candidate tried to deflect the tension with a joke.

“No arms and legs? Wife cut them off, eh? Women!”

“I stepped on a mine in Vietnam asshole!”

“Was it at the Chosin reservoir? That was a tough battle.”

“That was Korea you moron!”

The rest of the crowd started to boo Bush.

“Get the hell out of here you c*cksucker!”

Quickly the Secret Service stepped in and hustled the candidate away.

Hoping to minimize the damage Bush blamed the embarrassment on shoddy work by his advance staff.

“I take full responsibility for what happened” said Bush.

And by taking full responsibility I mean I am firing my staff.  No one told me these voters had no arms or legs. Sure it was an amputee ward but I didn’t expect real amputees. Why the hell can’t I get any plants like Hillary does at her events? This wouldn’t happen to me if I were a Republican. What?  I’m a Republican? Since when?

Bush’s new campaign manager announced that from now on all his campaign events will be restricted to those who have two or more limbs.

“In a perfect world we’d like them to have all limbs. Or at the very least three limbs and a cast. I mean we’re not even trying to get the amputee vote. Rubio has that locked up.”

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Owner’s Manual for the MarcoBot 5000

Avoid placing your MarcoBot near water or open flames

Avoid placing your MarcoBot near water or open flames

Congratulations on your purchase!  You are the proud owner of a MarcoBot 5000, the latest and greatest in robotic technology. We here at the MarcoBot Corporation feel confident in saying that your new robot will give you years of pleasure. However there are certain things you must know about your MarcoBot beforehand.  Just follow our easy instructions and you will have no problems. Enjoy your MarcoBot!

Turning your MarcoBot on:

Unlike older models of robots our MarcoBot 5000 has no clumsy on/off switch. Instead place your MarcoBot in a sitting position and say in an audible voice, “Amnesty yes!”  Your MarcoBot is programmed to stand up, pump his arm in the air and say, “I think that’s something we can all agree on!”  Your MarcoBot is now ready to meet the day.

Note:  Some have written to us about the MarcoBot’s unfortunate tendency to go into a repeatable loop when the words “Chris Christie” are said within earshot (generally five feet for newer models). When in a repeatable loop the MarcoBot is not dangerous. Simply say the words “Close our borders” and your MarcoBot should recover from his loop and stop talking. If this doesn’t work however you may have to send him back to the factory. If he is still under warranty we will pay shipping and handling costs.

What can your MarcoBot do?

Perhaps you need to gain “Street cred” as they say.  Your MarcoBot can be useful for this. Simply take your MarcoBot into a Hispanic neighborhood and watch him work the crowds. Our MarcoBot contains up to 15 pre-programmed phrases such as “I’m Marco. I’m 100 Hispanic and [your name] is my best friend” and “Do not fear the progressive white man. He is here to help you.”

The MarcoBot can also be a reliable wingman for single owners.  Take the MarcoBot to a bar and watch him mingle with the singles. Just be careful to keep your MarcoBot away from alcohol.  If the MarcoBot becomes intoxicated he may call for an invasion of Cuba. While this is potentially embarrassing it is still better than earlier versions of the MarcoBot that, when intoxicated, would put on a sombrero and say “Ay Carumba!  I must swim across the Rio Grande!”

Can the MarcoBot do laundry, vacuum or other household chores?  Technically yes but we advise against it. Having a Hispanic, even a robot, do your household chores reeks of white privilege.

Will my MarcoBot overheat?

Doubtful. The MarcoBot 5000 comes with three state of the art heatsinks. One is located on his backside, one in his mouth and one on his larger than life ears, thereby ensuring heat will escape in a timely and reliable fashion. Your MarcoBot 5000 is one cool customer!

How do I order spare parts?

You will not need to.  The MarcoBot 5000 is solid state. This is a significant upgrade from earlier hybrid MarcoBot models.

Can I exchange an older MarcoBot for a newer model?

If your earlier version of the MarcoBot is still under warranty then yes. If his warranty has expired you will unfortunately have to pay full price for the MarcoBot 5000.

How do I turn my MarcoBot off?

The middle finger on each hand of the MarcoBot is the control switch. If you need to turn him off simply have the MarcoBot hold both middle fingers in the air.

Is the MarcoBot safe around children?

Children were frightened by the wooden, robotic appearance of earlier models. This has been fixed and your children should warm to him and view him as one of the family.

We feel that the MarcoBot 5000 will provide years of enjoyment for you and your family. If however you experience problems with your model not mentioned in this manual please call 1-800-notwinning.  Thank you.

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My Exclusive Interview with Bernie Sanders

Repent from your selfish capitalist ways!

Repent from your selfish capitalist ways!

American take their politics very seriously. It is our religion and our political leaders are our priests. In keeping with the American love of rough and tumble politics I am pleased to interview Democratic candidate for president, Bernie Sanders.

MI: Good afternoon Senator Sanders.

BS: Your greeting to me is elitist.

MI: Okay. So wishing you a good afternoon is elitist?

BS: It is comrade.  By wishing me a good afternoon your white privilege shows. Would you wish a person of color a good afternoon?

MI: Yeah, why not?

BS: But you probably wouldn’t mean it. You’d rather they died in wars overseas fighting for the white man.

MI: Better watch your mouth punk.

BS: If I am elected President no longer will the peoples of color be forced to fight the white man’s overseas wars.

MI: How would you accomplish that?

BS: I am a compassionate man Manhattan Infidel. I don’t kill our enemies. Drones. I’d have drones kill our enemies.

MI: Right. Let’s change the subject.  Would you describe yourself as a socialist?

BS: Yes. Totally.

MI: What is socialism?

BS: How much money do you have on you?

MI: 100 dollars.

BS: Give me 90 dollars.

MI: Why?

BS: I’m with the government that”s why.

[Bernie punches Manhattan Infidel]

MI: What the hell was that for?

BS: Socialism.  We’ll take your money and punch you in the face.

MI: That’s an admirably honest explanation. But I see our time is up. 

BS: Wait. There’s one more thing.

MI: What that?

BS: I reveal my inmost self unto my god.

[Bernie removes the mask he is wearing and reveals he is a radiation scarred mutant]

MI: What the hell?

BS: Glory be to the Bomb, and to the Holy Fallout. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be. World without end. Amen. 

MI: You’re a radiation-scarred mutant!  Though I must say that’s not much different than the mask you usually wear.

BS: May the Blessings of the Bomb Almighty, and the Fellowship of the Holy Fallout, descend upon us all. This day and forever more.

MI: An atomic bomb is your god?

BS: The only thing that counts in the end is power! Naked merciless force! Compassionate and naked merciless force.

You know, maybe socialism isn’t such a bad thing. At least we’ll be more compassionate.

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Batman Dissatisfied with Dry Cleaners

I need pockets!

I need pockets!

Batman announced today that he will be changing where he gets his Bat Suit dry cleaned.

“I bring my suit in twice a month to be cleaned” said the caped crusader.

The suit gets dirty with all the fighting. It’s important I intimidate. And I can’t do that if my Bat Suit is wrinkled and dirty. The clothes make the man. The suit makes the crime fighter. If I look good when I’m fighting crime I fight crime more effectively.

Batman’s relationship with his dry cleaners started to deteriorate after what has become known as “The Pocket Incident” in crime fighting circles.

“Bruce had a hole in one of his pockets that needed to be stitched up” said Robin, AKA Dick Grayson.

Bruce can’t sew and he won’t let me sew for him. He says it’s too weird. So he brings his Bat Suit in and tells them to stitch up the pockets. Instead the damn Chinese girl cuts the pockets off his suit.  Batman didn’t know until we were chasing the Riddler and caught him. Batman puts him in the batcuffs and puts the key in what he thought was his pocket.  Instead the key falls to the ground, the Riddler picks it up, uncuffs himself and runs away. Well needless to say we were both pretty embarrassed. Made us look bad. Commissioner Gordon wasn’t pleased either. He said he might start going to Superman. That ticked Bruce off something awful.

Batman might have been willing to overlook that incident if it wasn’t for “TicketGate” as it is known in crime fighting circles.

“I only have one suit. I have to cut corners and save money somewhere” according Batman.

So it’s very important that the suit not be at the dry cleaners too long. I’m on call 24/7 and its kind of hard to maintain a secret identity when you are dressed as yourself. People keep saying “Bruce are you Batman” and I have to say “No. We’re just friends.”  I don’t think they believe me.  I go to the dry cleaners and they don’t have my Bat Suit. It turns out they gave my Bat Suit to someone else! I started screaming how can you do that?  It’s a f*cking Bat Suit!  Who else has a f*cking Bat Suit?  What the hell am I supposed to do now? They mixed up the dry cleaning tickets. I had to go a whole week fighting crime as the duo known as The Guy in a Sports Jacket and Robin. The Penguin calls me the non-caped sports jacket guy now. I hate the f*cking Penguin.

Now outed as Batman, Bruce Wayne vows to find a new dry cleaner.

“They have to not cut my pockets and they had better get my suit back when I need it.”

Commissioner Gordon has announced that he will be using Superman exclusively from now on.

“He comes very highly recommended. And from what I see his Superman outfit has no pockets.”

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Staten Island Chuck Doesn’t See Shadow and Predicts Early Spring; Climate Change Likely Culprit

I blame climate change.  But at least I don't see that freak De Blasio

I blame climate change. But at least I don’t see that freak De Blasio

Staten Island Chuck did not see his shadow, thereby ensuring that Spring would arrive early.

“No shadow.  Alright.  No f*cking shadow. Are you satisfied you f*cking humans” Chuck shouted at his adoring fans.

Just get me back in my hole.  I do this shit every year. Shadow, no shadow. I tell it as I see it. There is no shadow.  Spring will arrive early. Ice caps will melt. Our coastal regions will flood. It’s just like the movie with Dennis Quaid. You know, The Day After Tomorrow. I’m telling ya global warming is here. So run for the hills or learn to f*cking swim.

Chuck’s pronouncement was greeted warmly by the American Meteorological Society.

“This is a welcome confirmation of everything we have been warning people about for years” said AMS Frederick Carr.

Climate change is the security threat facing America today. If we don’t end American dependence on fossil fuels we are doomed. Our climate is changing and we are to blame. We need to give our government the power to control our behavior. In fact, even our government cannot save us from the horrors of climate change. What we need is an international authority like the UN. Only they have the power to save the world. That’s why the AMS favors a United Nations tax for all Americans. I thank Staten Island Chuck for being on the right side of the climate change wars. Even though he isn’t a certified climatologist such as I am it is proof that one doesn’t have to have a degree to see the settled science of climate change.

New York City mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr. (stage name Bill de Blasio), who was not present at the Staten Island Zoo to witness the historic pronouncement from Chuck,  announced that he will immediately fly to Washington DC to call for the forced relocation of all coastal residents to hundreds of miles inland.

“I was hesitant to ask for this drastic step” he said.

But once Chuck said that the climate would be getting warmer I could not wait any longer. We must act now. The world is in danger. I know it. You know it. The ground squirrel known as Chuck knows it. And he doesn’t even have a degree like I do. Peoplekind must move inland. We must stop using cars and airplanes. We must stop using flush toilets and 100 watt light bulbs. The marmot said so.

As for Staten Island Chuck, he is nonplussed with his new-found fans in the educated elite.

“Okay, truth be told George Soros gave me lots of money to say that shit. He said it was necessary to increase his power. He also gave me a lifetime supply of female groundhog pussy. I’m happy. And I hear they are going to relocate me to higher ground. That’s good. I hate Staten Island.”

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California Reservoirs Diverted to Give Water to the Creature from Black Lagoon

This endangered species must be preserved.

This endangered species must be preserved.

Citing the need to strike “a balance” between the needs of its citizens and protecting a heretofore unknown species, Governor Jerry Brown ordered water from California reservoirs diverted to supply fresh water for the Creature from the Black Lagoon (the “Creature.”)

“This is a difficult decision I did not make lightly” said Brown.

Many farmers will be inconvenienced. Their farms will go dry and they will be bankrupt. On the bright side this gives them a chance to devote more time to hobbies. Or possibly take a few computer courses and get a job in Silicon Valley. And while they are learning new, more valuable skills the Creature will have fresh water that he needs.

After Governor Brown’s opening statement the Creature was brought forward to make a few comments.

“I’d like to thank Governor Brown and the EPA for making this day possible” he said.

After I left the Amazon and migrated here I was worried that I wouldn’t be welcome. Oh sure I did kill a few people but that was just a cultural misunderstanding. They thought I was a threat and I thought they were eastern European, possibly Hungarian. But that’s in the past. I came to California because I was guaranteed free healthcare and I was attracted by its climate. But there isn’t much water here.  I mean I can live on land but my skin gets very dry. And when my skin gets dry I get irritable and look for eastern Europeans to kill.

The Creature then promised to vote for Brown should he seek reelection.

Now that I am guaranteed access to water I will be bringing many of my fellow creatures up here to this promised land. With this State’s many sanctuary cities I know we will be welcomed. I am going to tell all my kind to vote for Brown and any Democrats running for office. I look forward to forging friendships with my fellow Mexican immigrants and as long as no eastern Europeans get in my way things should be fine.

Opposition to Brown’s plan to diver the reservoirs remains high however with the residents of the Inland Empire.

“We need the water. And Governor Brown can go to hell if he thinks we are going to stand by and let this happen” said a resident of Riverside County.

When asked about the controversy the Creature confessed ignorance.

I’m just a simple, poor humble piscine amphibious humanoid with skeletal hands and webbed fingers. I know nothing about American politics. Though I’m told that Republicans are racist. But I do know that Governor Brown is a compassionate man and I and my kind have all the water we need.  God bless Governor Brown.

There are plans to make a biography of the Creature.

“I can’t think of any other actor besides Hugh Jackman who has the good looks to play me” said the Creature.

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