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Trump’s Perfect Phone Call, Georgia Edition: A Mick-cratic Trialogue
In which me, myself, and I discuss the latest (non)story about the President’s corruption.
INT. MICKEY’S APARTMENT — NIGHT*
Through an umpteenth story window, we see MICKEY DESRUISSEAUX, a twenty-something law student feverishly typing away at his laptop by desk-lamplight. He is dressed in basketball shorts and a comically oversized hoodie, which does nothing to disguise the fact that his quarantine beard is, quite frankly, out of control.
As MICKEY works on something that has, in all likelihood, nothing to do with the law or the practice thereof, we hear the cacophonous sounds of soon-to-be-former PRESIDENT DONALD J. TRUMP’s recorded voice coming through the laptop’s speakers. TRUMP is midway through a run-on sentence that would cause an English teacher’s soul to try and escape from their body before the damage to both is irreversible, as he continues to whine about the outcome of an election that ended two months prior as he nakedly pressures the officials of Georgia to help reverse the results.
MICKEY has been listening to the full hour-long recorded call instead of reading the transcript, a signal that, for whatever other positive qualities he may or may not possess, he does not exactly…
