An old man
comes down out of the hills, reads a newspaper for the first time in years,
looks around confused.
“Trump.
Explain.”
One of the
townsfolk takes a stab at it.
“There’s
this guy with a double barrel shotgun. He notices a scorpion on his boot, tries
to shoot it, blows away half his foot. The scorpion moves over to the other
foot. He decides not to shoot his one remaining good foot, instead reverses the
shotgun and tries to whack the scorpion with the butt. The shotgun goes off and
takes away half his face.”
“So this
blind guy hopping around with the pet scorpion is Donald Trump?”
“No, that’s
the United States of America in 2019.”
He mulls
this for a bit.
“OK, what
about this BREXIT?”
“Same thing
pretty much but with a British accent.”
The old man
looks around, then spits. He buys enough supplies to last a few months and
heads back up into the hills.
