I mean the best parts of Discworld, no matter how absurd, still made some sense; of course we have to believe in a jolly, present delivering, pig man, otherwise the sun won’t rise in the morning, a great big ball of flaming gas would rise instead.

This feels like a Discworld scene.

This is the future Communists want.

With blackjack, and hookers. Ah forget the whole thing!

You wouldn’t download the means of production!

It doesn’t matter if Trump dies, horribly or not, the energy that got Trump elected is still there in the American culture, and the next time it rears its head it’ll be a lot more competent and far more vicious.