Exposé Part XII: The Shiny Red Button

"How is this still going on for Christ's sake?!? ... Jared Kushner roared whilst entering the Kushner family penthouse, high atop 666 5th Avenue in New York City, where he found his father, Charles Kushner, sprawled out on the Wilton wool rug.

"She wants to run for president, for Fucks sake! The dumbest woman on the planet, my wife, wants to run for president! That's the deal we made. Ivanka for fucking president. Can you imagine?"

Upon realizing his father's lack of response and movement and noticing that his father was in fact, laid out spread-eagled on the floor. Jared recoiled and hastily dashed to take his weakened patriarch into his arms.

"What's wrong papa?"

The senior Kushner finally stirred and confided that their plan might have been all for not.

Charles Kushner muttered this into his son's bosom (what some would later say were his dying words):

"We might have bitten off more than we can chew, my dear boy," Charles lamented. "We've allowed a micro-penised village idiot to rule the country, believing that the country would sort him out but alas, the country is too fucking stupid to do away with him. Oil drilling in the Florida Keys, Chinese steel, education be damned and tax loopholes that your fat-assed mother could walk through. That's what we've done. Christ I'm an idiot,"

"Don't think like that papa. I'll fix this. The Republicans will still pay! You will be avenged!" were the last words that Charles Kushner heard ... before delving into an Ambien/Cognac inspired deep sleep. (No Kushners were injured in the creation of this idiocy ... pity.)

Part XIII:

"Oh, Go on ... Eject Me, see if I care..."

More to come in this continually less enthralling tale of backroom plotting ...

Editor's note: I once again apologize for the Exposé series. I know that they're awful but look up Fire and Fury and look at the images. They are, for the most part, unrelated images. If that's not meddling, I don't know what is.

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