I had a glimmering moment of hope. A girl can dream, can’t she?
But then, by the second set of alternate names, I thought, gee, I wonder if this is all just some cruel, cruel, cruel joke and the Spicemaster Clod wasn’t actually resigning?
I came to see that it was all just satire. Big ol’ sigh. But that’s ok, because I am sure there’ll be an equally amusing Trumper Tantrum via Twitter waiting to grace the pages of the Lying Times tomorrow.