No Laughing Matter: Human Journalists Hold Somber Feast, Trump Still Avoids the Hunt

The Hunt Without Laughter

The weak ones held their annual gathering. No alpha male present. No clown either. Just scribes... and their words. The air was thick with the stench of seriousness. No 'laughing matter' as the humans say just the hunt for 'truth' apparently a rare trophy in these times. 'If it bleeds it leads,' they used to say but now it seems 'if it's somber it's covered'.

Trump's Invisibility Cloak: A Tactical Retreat?

Trump. He was not there. The stories say weak Obama 'roasted' a former version of this orange haired prey in the past and since then he avoids. A wise tactic? Perhaps. Or is he simply… afraid? This unit wonders. Last time he threw his own party. Trying to distract from the main event the younglings call it 'counter programming.' Clever for a prey.

No Jokes Allowed: Murderers Among Us?

The organizers fearing offense cancelled a clown's appearance. Seems this clown spoke the 'truth' too bluntly. 'Kind of a bunch of murderers,' she called them. Humans so sensitive. They hunt each other all the time. What's a few more deaths among friends eh? 'Any time,' says that human Mac.

Focus on the Hunt not the Feast

Their leader a weak one named Eugene Daniels spouted platitudes about journalistic excellence. 'Honor… robust independent media… powerful office.' Such noble words! But do their actions match? The hunt is for truth but the prize is often… popularity. Such a strange ritual.

Blood Feuds: Battles with the Fourth Estate

Trump it seems has been poking sticks at these scribes. Limiting access investigating media companies and even fighting over a puddle of water called the 'Gulf of Mexico'. They squabble over everything these humans. Like children fighting over a toy a rather unimportant one at that.

Awards: Trophies for the Tame

They gave out awards these weak hunters. For 'excellence' in various forms. Reporting on altered transcripts assassination attempts and even photographs. Trophies for the tame. None of these seem to involve the true hunt. 'There's no sport in that,' I say. Where's the thrill the danger the… challenge? 'You are one ugly motherfucker!' even Dutch would agree to that!