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We’re all heartily fed up with seeing Donald Trump in his baseball caps with assorted children slogans on, right?  In England, we got fed up with seeing William Hague in a baseball cap after about a week, so the whole Donald Trump thing has been a massive endurance test.


Donald wears his baseball caps all the time – at work, playing golf, in the shower, doing interviews, whatever. He probably deeply regrets not wearing one that time he was shot – missed out on a lot of free publicity. Donald sells his caps online – official Presidential merch, just send sixty dollars and your voter registration form. Would you like gold trainers with that? We assume that he is selling lots of baseball caps to his acolytes, and we assume that he’s making lots of money.


But why are his faithful supporters so keen on buying baseball caps from Donald Trump?


Following an in depth investigation, and pre-authorised expenditure of sixty US dollars plus postage and packing, we can now reveal why those baseball caps are so popular.


The attraction of the caps to Republican Party members, MAGA supporters, MAHA supporters, Proud Boys, hockey moms, and QAnon members, is all down to the materials used.


The caps are made from all-American cotton and the dyes are from all-American chemical companies. So far, so good. But the clincher is the lining. Each official Donald Trump baseball cap is lined with all-American tin foil It’s actually aloominum, not tin foil, but let’s not get distracted. Whatever it’s made of, it is guaranteed to fend off any Cuban embassy like sonic attacks, Russian mind control rays, errant 5g phone signals, radio waves from Gaydar, and alien abductions.


This also explains, of course, why the purchasers are so keen to wear them, even though it makes them look like small children who are copying their parents. It’s because you can’t put a price on your health – even though RFK is giving it a good try.





In what's being seen by many as something of a blow to Donald Trump's planet-sized ego, researchers at Harvard University have revealed the results of a year-long project to determine the size of the average MAGA supporter's IQ.


Professor Stanley Unwin told reporters. 'Quite frankly, we have been stunned by the utter stupidity of these people. Collectively, the sample of participants managed not to even score a total of one. Thus making our control example, a registered intellectually challenged amoeba named Cody, smarter than the entire group.'


Meanwhile Trump took a break from fomenting World War 3 to tell reporters. 'This is fake research. My people are smart. They're real smart. They're the smartest. Fact. Everyone says so.'




As news of the newly-elected Pope reached The White House, a press-conference was convened so the President could congratulate the new Pope personally, via news media from many many many miles away.


‘Pope Leo – you hear that? Pope Leo they’re calling him. Because he’s a lion - Rawwrrr. An American lion – a beautiful American lion.  He roars. Did you know that? Yeah he roars -  Rawrrrr. That’s him. That’s how he roars. Pope Leo, the king of the Vatican jungle. Not King of Heaven though – that’s God – that’s the big guy. And not King of the Jews – that’s the other big guy. The not-quite-as-big-as-the-big-guy-but-still-a-big-guy guy.


'Pope Leo’s great. Isn’t Pope Leo great? Pope Leo’s great. He’s got a hot-line to God – you know that? You hear that? A hot-line to God. I’m guessing it’s like the red phone I use to call Batman. You remember that? When Joker was causing trouble? And I called Batman in? Where was I? Where did I go? You’ve never seen me and Batman in the same room together – that’s all I’m saying. I’m not saying anything - That’s all I’m saying.’


After a two-handed sip from a Tommy tippee cup, Trump returned to the matter at hand.


'Finally, God’s justice has been done and the Pope is a citizen of the United States of America. For years we’ve trusted in God – it’s even on our money - and finally. Finally. Our faith has been rewarded. I’ve already sent an e-mail to Pope Leo the lion asking him to ask God to use his magic woo-woo powers to build a great, godly wall on our border with Mexico. And I’m feeling good about it. I’m feeling good. Are you feeling good? You should be feeling good. I’m feeling good.


'So finally, in closing, and to conclude, I’m looking forward to Pope Lionel inviting me to an all expenses paid state visit to the Vatican. I’m looking forward to arranging for him to visit Area 51 in exchange for a tour around the Vatican vaults. We have some awesome alien technology – did you know that? We have some awesome alien technology – it’s alien technology, and it’s awesome. That’s the best kind of awesome alien technology. And we could integrate some of this awesome alien technology that we have, into his little Pope-car. Anti-gravity pads and stun rays. All I ask in return is the Ark of the Covenant and the Holy Grail. That’s all. I promise – I promise. You have my word as someone who may or may not be Batman, that I will not ever, ever use these items for nefarious means. Our current shenanigans with China have no bearing on this negotiation at all.’


At this point a random bolt of lightening appeared within the room and struck the President right in the head. Whitehouse medical staff were on hand immediately, after being briefed that this sort of thing was likely to happen.

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