A White House Being

I sit at The Downtown Target Starbucks and there is great diversity walking through and around its midst.  I have just worked out at The YMCA and I am going through the Rolodex in my head wondering about who and what to write about.  I did watch some of the White House Press Conference, and I took the head being on the road with me.  Just to say what she actually knows, and feels, is such a luxury.  She was just kind of just monitoring my thoughts and workout counts.  I must say that the comedian from The Correspondence Dinner was picked to be brutally mean.  I mean that is a major comedy gig, who the hell is that woman anyway?  I have never heard of her.  Why didn't they pick someone FUNNY like Wanda Sikes?  Even Rosanne would have cleaned up compared to this very nasty witch.  Oh well, Wiccan, in public comedy, is illegal.  My new little being will just go at you behind the scenes with massive UMC satanism.  It will start with the vomiting, publicly, then it will go to the unbearable uterine pain.  No tampon or pad will hold back what is going to be coming out of you for the next three years.  I just say, intuitively, that when you have so many skeletons in your closet, it is not smart to start a war like this one.  Now Mr. Spicer can finally rule the day from behind the scenes.  Miss Comedian, what did you think you were doing with your hair that night?  It was so Wiccan it was diseased.  You looked ridiculous.  I brought some tunnel through help for my little friend in The White House, but everyone will stay away from you like the plague, unless they want to go at you, very derogatorily, very publicly.  Even Kathy Griffin will stay away from you.