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A confused White House is believed to be considering hiring a Catholic priest to exorcise Jeffrey Epstein’s ghost.


‘All I hear is Epstein’s ghost this, Epstein’s ghost that’, a spokesman said. ‘The big man wants this ghost gone, just like he wanted some random people in Minneapolis gone, so that’s what we’re gonna do’.


A Vatican spokesman confirmed that exorcism is still a thing but pointed out that the problem might be more to do with living people than dead ones. The Vatican also said we shouldn’t expect ‘spooky music, people having their heads sliced off in freak accidents or walls pasted with pages from the Bible’. Disappointing. Maybe there’s a premium service we could order, like Exorcism Platinum?


Jeffrey Epstein was an evil man who arranged the rape of hundreds of children by, erm, nobody else. Just himself, presumably. He was the only one charged, so that must mean that he arranged an entire paedo island infrastructure just to satisfy the perverted interests of one man. And now he’s haunting the White House, which is additional proof that he was a wrong ‘un.


The world is a much safer place with Epstein gone. Since there weren’t any other rich paedophiles, we can safely assume that children in America are now safe and won’t be raped any more. There definitely won’t be any organised networks of rich, powerful men abusing children systematically, because there really was only the one and he’s now dead.


Rest easy, America. 


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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.



You will be elected Pope.


You will be dressed up as a medieval drag act.


You will bless the City of Rome and the world.


The US president will call and describe you as "my bitch in the Vatican".


After these festivities, you will spend the rest of your life assisting the Cardinals in finding a rug large enough to sweep all the Catholic church's stuff under.  


Happy hunting.

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