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We all know why we're here.

We need to stop Joe Biden

from running away with the
Democratic nomination.

The stakes couldn't be higher...

If I don't get this president job,

I gotta move back in with my mom.

We gotta do something quick.

I promised my girlfriend that
I was gonna be president!

She said that's not why she likes me,

but what else could it be?!

If I just introduce one more policy,

then that should catapult me to the top!

Lizzy, you have a problem...

You gotta stop introducing policies!

You're right. This calls for
a policy reduction plan...

30% fewer policies by 2024!

You're doing it again, Lizzy!

I KNOW! BUT I CAN'T STOP!

Whoa. Hey. Voters don't
want to hear about policies

that improve their lives.

Maybe Biden will stop campaigning

if we tell every voter
to shave their head

so he has no hair to smell.

Ooh, I have a way to stop Joe Biden.

Yes?

You just gotta put a little fear in him.

Like I did to a silly assistant
who forgot to charge my iPad.

I deleted his Social Security number

and hired a family to
move into his apartment

so he thought he never existed.

Last time I saw him, he was
tearing his clothes off

and running into the forest!

Stop it! You're scaring Pete Buttigieg!

I need someone to stay in my
room until I fall asleep.

I'll do it. I usually
stay up to 2 a.m. anyway

searching my pockets
for oyster crackers.

What about you, Bernie?

You've taken a bigger hit
in the polls than anyone.

Oh, I don't care about the
polls or what I look like

or if I'm giving a speech in
the bathtub like a lunatic.

I just care about the one percent

and never biting into a
nectarine that isn't ripe!

There's gotta be a way!

Pete, you're the latest candidate
voters are desperately

projecting their hopes onto.
How do we take down Biden?

I respect Biden, but
he lacks experience.

For example, has he
ever put L.E.D. bulbs

in the downtown traffic lights?

Oh, I didn't know it was Bring
Your Annoying Kid to Work Day.

Hey, Peter, Beto here's gonna
show you how a copier works!

I know how a copier works, okay?

I wrote my thesis on how a copier works.

We could ask Mayor de Blasio,
but he really sucks big-time.

Kamala, you seem like the only
competent human being here.

What should we do?

I say give the nomination to Joe.

He names me V.P.,

I start practicing for
my Mike Pence debate.

I might start right now...
"I'm a cop, Mike Pence!

I have two Tasers. One
for each of your nuts!"

If only we could combine
all our strengths,

Joe Biden wouldn't stand a chance.

I got it!

Here's a question from the audience.

How will you guarantee
quality health care

for every American?

We have developed the modern world's

most comprehensive health-care plan.

And it also somehow
solves global warming.

Yeah!

And, Mr. Biden, your health-care plan?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Let me get
back to you on that one.

Hey! You guys remember Barack Obama?!

I was his vice president!

I'm Joe Biden! Joe Biden! I'm
Joe Biden and that's it!

- Damn it!
- Damn it!

Sorry! The title is redacted!

I'm Wolf Blitzer, and when
I shave, my beard screams.

President Trump has refused to resupply

the International Space Station
until Democrats approve

a border wall that shoots flames
shaped like Steven Seagal.

But the President caved after
millions of schoolchildren

watched starving astronauts

resort to eating their treadmill.

Let's go live to the President. Wolf?

I'm dropping this fight, even
though the astronauts told me

that me getting my way was
worth an orbiting tomb.

- Mr. President? Mr. President?
- Yes, Jim Acosta?

Ann Coulter and Rush Limbaugh
criticized you for caving.

I don't have a question. I just
wanted to see you feel bad.

I didn't cave. I punted.

The Dems will bobble the ball,

I'll pick it up, score a touchdown,

give the big halftime
locker-room speech,

tell my teammates, "This is our
moment, this is our time."

We come out screaming, win the game,

we go party at Troy's lake house,

I get my flaming border wall.

No more questions.

Just because you can't see us

doesn't mean we can't see
the top of your head.

- How about now?
- Better.

Ooh! I hope Hannity's
on Hannity tonight!

Everyone, shut up!

Whoo! That's him!

After those pathetic astronauts
undermined our president,

I'm calling on all Americans
to open fire at space!

Joining me now, conservative provocateur

and bat-winged guardian
of Snake Mountain,

Ann Coulter.

Maybe she's cool now.

I'm not happy with the President.

Sean, the so-called "deplorables"

got Trump elected, and
if he's not willing

to starve astronauts to
keep out starving migrants,

can he really call
himself a conservative?

I am sorry, Mr. President.

I should've never brought
on Slenderman's wife.

Swap her out, stat!

Ha! You got the goat!

Ah-ha-ha! There he is!

He's playing accordion! And look at it!

Ann Coulter is the worst
boss in the world.

Sir, the challenge of
every dumb, fat president

is to balance the moderates
and the extremists.

You know, the fancies
and the hill people.

The moderates and the extremists.

Someone just said that, Ben.

Yes, I just heard myself say it.

I hear myself saying stuff all the time.

Sometimes it's hard to
listen to stuff I'm saying

while thinking of new things to say.

- Even now, I'm just...
- Holy shit.

You see, being a conservative president

is about riding two
horses at the same time.

One horse is a spitfire
named Ann Coulter

who wants to trample poor people.

The other is a stallion
named Mitt Romney,

who wants to do the same thing,
only while carrying a briefcase.

Is that a metaphor or
do you know a horse

that carries a briefcase?

Forget Ann Coulter and the Deplorables.

You're gonna need support
from vaccinated Republicans

like Romney when the
Democrats finally figure out

- that treason is a crime.
- You're right!

I'm pretty sure Romney loves me
as much as someone who spends

their last pennies mailing
pipe bombs to George Soros.

I don't like pandering to
whackos like Ann Coulter.

I like pandering to you.

You're smart, savvy, eat
five yogurts a day,

refer to bad drivers as "buddy,"

all your teeth are the same
tooth over and over again.

What I'm saying is you're great.

I appreciate that, Mr. President,

and I respect your office.

That's not how people
talk, Mitt, but okay.

The Mueller Report accused me
of some pretty baseless facts.

Can I count on your fanatical,
unconditional support?

Sir, my only loyalty

is to my country, my God, and the truth.

Lookie here, Truthy!

You know all that nice stuff I
said earlier? I take it back!

One tooth looks slightly
different than the other teeth.

Sir, have you no decency?

Oh, I have decency coming out my ass!

Excuse me. "Anus." Geez!

Dong! Fox News alert!

I assume I'm dreaming,

but cameras have just
spotted President Trump

and known French spy Mitt
Romney out to dinner.

God willing, the President
was just at a handjob parlor

that shares a door with the restaurant

and also gives to-go bags.

Joining me now is Ann Coulter...

Maybe it's a different Ann Coulter.

- ...author of "How to Cook a Liberal."
- Damn it!

The Romney dinner was a
betrayal of every Trump voter,

from alcoholic Jet Ski dealers
to sunburned sheriffs.

The President takes
us for granted, Sean.

He probably doesn't even want
to shove fleeing refugees.

That's a low blow, Ann!

You know he does!

Taggart Romney, what are
you still doing up?

It's nearly dusk.

I got a stomach ache

from laughing too hard
at a Popsicle joke.

How was your dinner with the President?

Did you guys talk about
the Constitution?

I tried, but he was too busy
using my hand to play that game

where you stab the knife between
your fingers real fast.

Then he asked for a loyalty pledge.

- Did you call 911?
- I did.

The dispatcher said a
violation of decency

was not an emergency and hung up.

Cat-scratches! What are you gonna do?

The only thing I can do...

Shave my face three times and go to bed.

My party's being mean,

and not even spaghetti in the
steam room can cheer me up.

E.T.?

It's someone more lovable than E.T....

Commerce Secretary Wilbur Ross.

- Pffff.
- Don, I came here for two reasons.

One, if I don't steam
naked every 36 hours,

- my skin turns to puff pastry...
- Uh-huh.

...and to tell you

that when the Democrats'
impeachment dogs are closing in,

Mitt Romney ain't gonna defend you.

But Coulter and your army
of screaming shut-ins will,

just to own the libs.

So be the gross man

they lost contact with
their families over.

I can only try!

Hey! We weren't done watching
Little House on the Prairie!

Laura just found a bottle in the creek!

Due to the President's
indecency, I barely slept

15 hours last night,

so I've decided to
speak out against him.

My hero!

And when he resigns in shame,
I'll reluctantly accept

the nation's will and assume the office

I've single-mindedly
sought my entire life.

Prepare yourselves for the right-wingers

to come at us pretty hard.

Are they gonna call us "snuggle worms"?

A dry sponge to your tongue for
even the suggestion of it!

Hey! We weren't done watching Sex Town!

The town was just about to have sex!

Oh. Sorry.

Okay, Town, let's have sex!

Family, I've decided to set aside

my natural Ronald Reagan-esque decency

and go balls deep

on the deplorable wing of our party.

- Hell yeah!
- You go, Daddy!

What were we doing before?

I'm just not sure I can be as
gross as they need me to be.

I'll take this one.

Donald, I want you to listen to me.

You're the most disgusting man on Earth.

You're small-minded, you're
selfish, you're cruel,

you smell before, during,
and after bathing,

you're constantly stepping on
my feet without realizing it,

you sweat formaldehyde and piss tar,

you crank-call homeless shelters
to make them listen to you

chew pizza in bed, and you
poop when you sneeze.

You could've just said I could do it.

I'm going to become

the most vile, detestable
president in history

so Ann Coulter will cut me some slack!

I'm so glad your presidency is
getting even more deplorable.

Us dirtbags finally have a voice.

Shut up. Thanks, Don.

But I gotta brush up on the basics.

That's why I've called a meeting

with the dean of disgusting
himself... Rudy Giuliani.

So, what are we thinking, guys?

Do we wanna get some oysters,
wanna get a big mushroom,

slap some nacho cheese on it,
put our cigars out in it?!

We need wine! Red wine!
Thickest one ya got!

I want it to come out like ketchup!

By the time we leave here,
they're gonna have to

burn this tablecloth in the park.

I swallowed the cigar
again. I do this so much,

the doctor just taught me
how to pump my own stomach.

Sick! This guy makes me sick!

More wine, you goddamn bastards!

Rudy, this is important. Can you focus?

I am focused. I'm
focused on the painting

of the lady with huge knockers.

I cheated on my wife
with a lady like that.

I weighed her knockers.
They didn't weigh the same.

Close, but I was still angry.
They should weigh the same!

Rudy, I need to shore up my base!

Why didn't you say so?

All right. Here's what I'm thinking.

You, me, knockers painting,
we go to Flashdancers, and...

I-I can't think in here!

Hear ye, hear ye.

To address the President's
vile behavior,

I call to order the inaugural meeting

of the Decent Republicans Caucus.

Roll call. Senator Susan Collins?

Present. I love to signal that
I'm one of the good Republicans,

disappear for two days,

then vote a drunk sex maniac
onto the Supreme Court.

Great. First order of business,

reclaiming our party from the
filthy grip of Donald Trump.

- I'm all-in.
- Let's come out of the gate

with a firmly worded, untelevised speech

at the Lincoln Memorial
on a Tuesday afternoon.

Huzzah! Great idea.

Just give me two days to think about it.

Hmm. According to my notes,
you said you were "all-in."

Oh, I so am.

Just give me two days,

then I'll say if I'm a
"no" or a "maybe yes."

Why do I sense that in two days
you will flip on the issue?

Is this the famous Mitt
Romney sense of humor?

I'm one of the good Republicans.
Who just needs two days.

Giuliani was completely useless.

I'm so glad he's only in charge
of whether or not I go to jail.

Dad, I brought you a
Republican that's an expert

at poking a stick in the
right wing's lizard brain.

Ted Cruuuzz!

Anything to help the man
who flew down to Texas

days before my election
and dragged my concussed,

unresponsive body into the end zone!

Ted, Ann Coulter friggin' loves
your ugly ass. How do you do it?

Well, to keep the deplorables
happy, ya never compromise!

Even if it means a mob
calling you a "rat bastard"

and running you out of town so
you seek refuge in a church,

but the priest runs downstairs
and beats you with a cross,

so you hide in a 7-Eleven,
but the lottery machine

keeps spitting tickets
with the number 6-6-6,

so the clerk pushes you off a cliff,

and a bus of little children
stomp on your wormy fingers,

screaming, "End the scum!"

I don't know. I don't
wanna go to a church.

- Senator Collins?
- Who is it?

Uh, Senator Mitt Romney.
It's been two days.

Have you decided if you'll join
me in denouncing the President?

I need two more days.

What will be different in two days?

It'll be two days from now.

Susan, are you committed to the mission

of the Decent Republicans Caucus?

Ring ring!

Your wife just called and told
me to tell you to go home.

What's my wife's name?

Susan's mailbox is full. Goodbye.

Stevie! Nobody embodies
deplorable Republicans

more than someone with your
beautiful pulsing head.

Now, how do I make them love me forever?

The pulsing is voluntary.
Now, take a look at this.

As a cute, little hobby,

I measure the ultraviolet heat index

of our most loyal screeching mole rats.

Now, here's where it got
Chernobyl-level hot!

Lock her up! Lock her up!

In conclusion, we should
arrest Hillary Cli...

Dad! You should lock up Hillary Clinton!

Great idea!

Miller, our time on Earth is
precious. Stop wasting it.

That's when they called Wisconsin,

and there was not a dry
eye in the Javits Center.

How was your day?

Ugh. Spent the day trying
to convince Ronan Farrow

to report me to the FBI.

Hillary, I'm so tired of runnin'.

Oh, Bill, it's been 40 years.

I'm sure you'll never be held
accountable for your actions.

FBI! Open up!

Yippee! Come on in! I got
cookies, I got cake!

I am proud to announce that, tonight,

the Federal Bureau of Investigation

arrested Crooked Hillary for
the crime of mega-treason,

fulfilling one of my strongest

and most deplorable campaign promises.

In 72 hours, she will receive
a fair trial by combat.

She's fighting a dangerous jungle cat

in the well of the House
of Representatives.

Aren't we better than this?

Wow! Every word out of her mouth
just makes me more excited.

Today, I speak out in
defense of decency.

Our most decent president,
Ronald Reagan,

once called the United States
"a shining city on a hill."

And it is my strong opinion
that President Donald Trump

has ever so slightly dimmed
that light, no offense.

Hey, podium boy! I'm trying
to take a picture! Move!

Oh, no. Am I late? Did I miss it?

Well, good job. I've gotta go.

Your shoe fell off.

Keep it! I've got more!

Folks, at long last,
the streets are safe

from Hillary Clinton!

Leave your doors unlocked,
put away the bazookas,

and go ahead and flash your brights

at people whose headlights aren't on

without worrying about being
targeted for a thrill-killing.

Ann, get in here.

Donald Trump has restored law and order,

letting people know you can't
just compete in a free election

against him and get away with it.

Burn the paintings!

Anything that doesn't have
Trump's face on it isn't art!

Hey, happy Hannity, happy life.

Mr. President? Republican
megadonor Sheldon Adelson

wants to see you in the
cabinet room. Uh-oh.

You know, if you wanted

to compliment me, you could've
just done it on the phone.

Sorry. All I heard was the word "meat."

Still only hearing "meat."

Hello, Dangerous Donald.

Hello... Dumb Hillary.

Sheldon Adelson says I should free you,

Ann Coulter says I shouldn't,

and you're the only
person in the White House

whose résumé isn't full
of knockoff stereo scams.

What should I do?

Oh, Donald. You could have had it all.

A hotel in Moscow. A television network.

And now look at you... being
torn apart by two wild horses.

Hey, if I wanted a psychiatrist,

I would've taken the advice
of everyone I've ever met.

Should I let you go?

That's the kind of painful choice

I do not have to make anymore,

thanks to my tranquil new
life inside this box.

Ohh. You're so lucky.

What I wouldn't give to
trade places with you.

Ah, you win again.

Art of the deal, baby. Still got it.

An easy speech to deliver, it was not.

It was 63 degrees outside,

well below the body's temperature,
but I soldiered on.

Tell it again, Dad!

Another day.

Let's check the news to
see if the President

soberly absorbed my comments
and vowed to do better.

Hmm.

The President hasn't commented
on my brave speech.

I'm sure he's just praying on it.

The President is not a man of faith.

He once told me that Jesus
was good at computers.

Well, if one thing is certain,

it's that I did everything I could.

If anyone needs me, I'll be
standing quietly in the garage.

And now a message

from the President of the United States.

So, two things.

One, the nation is getting
bagels on Friday,

so that's good.

Two, I know the fake news said

that Hillary tricked me into
locking myself in here,

but actually, I did it

because a melting
billionaire told me to.

Then I goofed around and got burned.

Anyways, Pompeo's out
buying bolt cutters.

Enjoy those bagels!

I love my president, but how
could he just let Hillary go?!

I was wrong to endorse Donald Trump

in the books I write for
people to read on airplanes

that let everyone know they're
going to be a handful.

I'm calling on the Republican Party

to find a new candidate

and, if need be, I will enter the race!

Holy crap! Coulter and Trump
both running for prez?!

It's like you're each holding a treat

and I'm the puppy
deciding whether to live

at Mom's house or Dad's house!

This is a real bummer after
all those nice things

you said to motivate me.

You're a thief, a cheat, a racist,

a terrible Pictionary player,

you leave your ass hairs all
over the toilet seat...

All right. I think we've got
enough gas in the tank, Melania.

Susan? Uh, your staff informed
me that in order to avoid me,

you've sealed yourself inside a wall.

Susan's not here right now.

I'm a smart wall.

Beep-boop! Your toothpaste
order has shipped.

You should know that I've decided

to leave the Decent Republicans Caucus.

Oh, what? No.

Will you carry the torch
forward, proud and tall?

Can't. No hands. I'm a wall.

I understand.

I have failed my family, my country,

my favorite brand of digestive
biscuits, and my God.

And I'm deeply sorry.

I have to get out of this wall.

Unless staying in the wall polls better.

Wait for the data, Susie.

I said, "Go to wherever

they filmed The Hangover Part II!"

Hangover Part II now!

- Don, what are you doing?
- Running away!

I bought a friggin' tiger,

and now we're not even
gonna feed Hillary to it!

Just put the tiger in the East Room.

I'm sure one of my cabinet members

will come by and shoot it.

I know. That's not my concern.

When you became a deplorable
slimeball, I finally felt heard,

not only as a voter, but as a son.

But it turns out, you're just another

upstanding member of polite society.

So I'm going to the
Hangover Part II place,

where I'll be treated like a
synthetic weed-smoking god.

Fine, Don, but don't come back

unless you bring me a cool souvenir,

like a T-shirt that says,
"I Live at the Corner

of 'Kiss My Ass Avenue'
and 'No Friggin' Way'."

What if he never comes
back with that shirt?

Donald Trump claims he's deplorable,

but does his record support it?

Did you know that his 18-person cabinet

is packed to the brim with three women?

Sure, he arrested Hillary Clinton,

but he broke his promise
to feed her to a tiger.

In 2020, we need a candidate

whose neo-fascism is not for sale.

Paid for by the Draft Ann Coulter
for President Committee.

I feel pretty stupid

for donating 10,000 bucks
to that committee.

Boys, Daddy Romney

has realized that
Republican decency is dead

and so, to claw my way to the
presidency as God ordained,

I must take on some pretty
repulsive behavior.

Are you going to tie a
Starburst wrapper into a knot

with your tongue to prove
you're a good French kisser?!

I don't want you to see me like this.

Promise you'll sleep
for the next 72 hours.

You heard Dad. To the family bed!

Go! Go! Go!

Hello, fellow MAGA heads.

You know what I don't like? Immigrants.

A-And you know what I do like?

Children armed to the teeth.

I know all the cursed words,
and I say them frequently.

I don't feel good.

I like women with small
brains and large breasts.

I have big hands and a
corresponding big johns...

Whoa! Mitt Romney's barfin'! Oh, yeah!

God damn it! Why won't you
cheer me up, spaghetti?!

Um...

Hmm?

Well, hello, Mr. Trump.

Hollywood starlet Ronald Reagan?

Wow! So this is heaven.

You had a 50/50 shot, but, uh, no.

Listen to me, Donald.

Everyone's been telling
you the Republican Party

has two horses and you
need to ride them both.

But the party is actually one
horse with two different heads.

What's the, uh, penis situation?

For decades, the buttoned-up,
good Republican presidents

have enacted modern history's
grossest policies...

The War on Drugs, ending welfare,

couple of Iraq Wars, and
ignoring the AIDS crisis.

That last one was you.

In a way, they were all me,

and I'm not ashamed of it, either.

See, an inner-grossness connects
all Republicans, even you.

Now, go, Donald.

Be the grossest Republican you can be.

Oh, and one more thing.

Yes, sir?

AIDS isn't real.

Ugh! Hunh!

Thanks, Wilbur.

Oh, you're not dead.

I just saw a corpse and
wanted to kick it.

Dad, are you okay?

My outrageous MAGA rally

got me invited to Gene
Simmons' birthday party.

It's "bring your own lube."
Do we have any Wesson oil?

You're attending?!

These are the sorts of
events I must attend

to survive in the Republican Party.

Dad, don't lose faith.

The Grand Old Party still
has room for decency.

Just look at its history...

The War on Drugs, ending welfare,

all those Iraq Wars, and
ignoring the AIDS crisis.

I guess we always have been

on the right side of
history, haven't we?

Tagg, I used to think the
two G's in your name

stood for "Good Guy."

Now I know they stand for "Great Guy."

What are you doing back?

I ran over some guy with
a speedboat in Thailand.

I was pretty sure he was already dead.

Anyways, I had to take
the first flight back.

Don, I had you, the party,
all of it, all wrong.

We're all deplorable,
especially Ronald Reagan.

He armed the Taliban.

Shut up! I thought Reagan was a nerd.

Now, we need to show this party
that they don't have to choose

between being deplorable and
being good Republicans.

Has anyone shot the tiger yet?

John Bolton grazed it,
so it's super-pissed!

Tell Attorney General William Barr

we need a warrant to
arrest Hillary Clinton!

But what if he won't sign it?

Ah, never mind. He sent over
some blanks this morning.

Before we get this show on the road,

I want to say that
Ronald Reagan was right.

America is a shining city on a hill.

But when you get up close, you
notice that it's only shining

because there's a bunch of
fake gold, illegal fireworks,

and pervs experimenting
with flammable lubricants.

I guess what I'm saying is,

as much as the GOP pretends it's not,

it is, from top to bottom,
super duper gross.

In honor of this rich tradition,
please direct your attention

to the most vivid
representation of our ideals...

Hillary Clinton being fed
to an agitated tiger!

Yeah-ah-ah! Washington is
finally working for me!

That's one big Pokémon.

Stop That's not true, Mr. President!

This is the party of decency.

Yeah, fuck you!

When Reagan said we're a shinning city,

he meant you got to look at
this country from far away,

using binoculars,
standing on the balcony

of your really nice house,

and that's why decency will always w...

Oh, snuggle worms.

Oh, no. Did I miss it again?

Wish I could help. Gotta go.

Whoa. For a boring guy,

Mitt's got a lot going on inside of him.

After what you did to Hillary,

there isn't a Republican alive
that would abandon you.

I'm proud of you, Dad.
Hey. Check it out.

Aw. Thanks, Don.

Well, Hillary may have gotten away,

and Mitt Romney might still
be clinging to life,

but at least I showed
that any Republican

who acts like they're better than me

is absolutely kidding themselves.

I just want to tell everyone
sorry that I put the family

through yet another trying ordeal.

Aw. It's okay.

The important thing is you
stood up for what's right.

And I learned that when
it comes down to it,

the most decent thing anyone
can do is not make a big fuss.

Hooray!

Oh, what happened to
your face? Did you fall?

Anyways, I've made my decision

on whether to stay in the
Decent Republicans Caucus.

And?

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I'm not gonna do it. I'm a coward.

Trump!