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WHOA, HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?? -they assumed the white house staff would be sticking around, because they never watched “the west wing” and also because they are GRADE A FUCKSTICKS WITH THE INTELLIGENCE OF DEAD PRAWNS, and thus not only do they not have policy papers written, they are also lacking an actual body of qualified staffers ready to slot into white house and related positions -they have bupkis, frankly -whole lotta nothing
THAT’S NOT… VERY WEIRD, RIGHT? PEOPLE APPLIED TO WORK FOR OBAMA ONLINE -yeah, and the website looked like this -trump’s call for applications is a trainwreck. i assume it was written by one of trump’s three adult goblins. look at this paragraph:
“You will be asked fill out a Personal Data Statement if you are considered for a specific position. You will be asked about possible conflicts of interest… organization[s] which you belong or once belonged; speeches you may have given… legal, administrative and regulatory proceedings to which you may have been a party; in short, anything that might embarrass the President or you if he should choose you for a position in his administration…… If Senate confirmation is required for the position you are nominated for, the Senate committee that reviews those nominations may ask you to provide additional information.“
WAIT…. WHAT?? -just a little casual there, guys, huh? like…. the whole thing makes it sound like they don’t have a vetting team ready to go. it makes it feel like there’s no solid recruitment team or strategy in place and… -oh my God, wait a second -doesn’t that sound kind of like they’re asking people to vet themselves? -maybe because they are so WOEFULLY, CATASTROPHICALLY SHORT-HANDED?????? -pun intended
WHAT DOES ALL THIS MEAN, ORANGE?? -well, i’m glad you asked, it could mean a lot of things -firstly: i wouldn’t trust these sloppy motherfuckers to staff a lemonade stand -secondly: like, YOU could go WORK FOR TRUMP, probably. they are mass-hiring, like a new denny’s franchise. like eight new denny’s franchises clustered around a single interstate exit, shivering in terror. is your head firmly affixed to your body? are you carbon-based?? they badly need people with those qualifications -thirdly: it may also, eventually, mean that the trump white house is going to produce an unheard-of metric fuckton of personnel scandals in its first year, since there’s no voluntary, self-reporting “are you a serial murderer” box to tick -also, do they not understand that people are going to apply just to fuck with them??? and waste their time??? -i don’t recommend it, honestly. i personally will not be submitting any private information to the trump team even as an obstructionist joke, because they are terrifying anti-semitic racist garbage-fucking hate trolls. i wouldn’t voluntarily give them the address of a shoe store. but if you choose to step up and play the game, have fun and be yourselves*
*technically you can be anyone you want, they DON’T APPEAR TO HAVE A VETTING TEAM YET
“George is my pet goldfish. He was a birthday present, and over the past 10 years he’s lived a very privileged life, swimming in my backyard pond. One day I noticed a bump, and over the next few weeks the strange growth expanded to the size of an olive. Panicking, I told Tristan, the vet at my work, and he confirmed it was a tumour. ‘What can we do?’ I asked. ‘I can operate,’ Tristan said. Over 45 minutes, he cut away the tumour, using tiny stitches and glue to put the wound back together. Then, with bated breath, I waited while Tristan placed my little mate into the resuscitation bucket. Minutes later, his tail started swishing and, before I knew it, he was swimming around, alive and well! Some people wouldn’t consider going to such lengths for a goldfish, but George is family - and for family, we would do anything.”
- Lyn Orton, 50, Hoppers Crossing, Victoria, Australia
Tatsuko Hoshino was born on November 15, 1903 in Tokyo, Japan. A poet of Japan’s Shōwa period, Hoshino published her first haiku anthology in 1937. By that time, she had already founded Tamamo, a haiku magazine exclusively for women. In addition to her poetry, she also published travel pieces.
