Truth In Satire First in Feb 2017

Dear President Obama, Please Activate Those White House Booby Traps Now

It’s time to trigger the snares, nets, deadfalls, and leghold traps you stealthily set before you left the White House.

We’re crossing our collective fingers that a doorknob explosive device like this one was left by Mr. Obama somewhere where it will pulverize Mr. Trump’s despotic digits.

Hi Mr. Former President,

Sane America here. Boy, are we glad you’re still in Washington.

We know you’ve been working on a book and all, but things have gotten really crazy since you left — we mean, like really crazy — and we think you need to get involved.

It’s life-and-death urgent, actually, or we wouldn’t ask because we know you’re busy.

We might be wrong, but this looks like the moment when President Obama started thinking about where to position the foot snares.

Okay, so you know that time you met with president-elect Trump in the White House right after the election?

Obviously you figured out right then that Donald Chump is barely able to read, has the emotional maturity of a grade school bully, and a lizard’s understanding of the Constitution. He’s also arrogant, erratic, and unstable. And that sickly orange hue, that just can’t be healthy for anyone.