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Imagine that Hitler and Oprah had a baby, and that baby's name was Shaft (or perhaps Helmut).
He would be like a skinhead, but with an afro.
One hand raised in protest as a fist, the black power salute, clutching a flag emblazoned with a rainbow coloured swastika.
The other hand attempting a feeble, limp-wristed Seig Heil, barely mustering the strength to hold a piece of fried chicken, coincidentally shaped like a hammer and sickle.
He wears a dark hoodie with a picture of Che Guevara, who himself is wearing a T-shirt with a picture of Richard Spencer being punched by Chairman Mao, who is wearing a red MAGA baseball cap, loaned to him by Joseph Goebbels, the original founder of Antifa.
His archetype - Pepe the gorilla, sipping on a soy milkshake.
This baby was no ordinary baby, for he was destined for greatness. He grew up to be the benevolently xenophobic, compassionately despotic emperor of the ethnically pure, 100% genuinely fictional country of Wakanda. His name is T'Challa (the artist formerly known as Kangz), and he is here to chew watermelon-flavoured bubblegum and kick some deplorable ass, and he's all out of bubblegum!
Alas, if only
Idiocracy played professional basketball. If only there were concentration camps for albinos. If only hillbillies were fluent in eubonics. If only we could keep crackers as slaves. If only there were bagpipes in every rap song. If only there were some less offensive words that rhyme with trigger.
Then, and only then, would our fake non-fictional world be as perfect a place to live in as the real fictional world of Wakanda!
Comment: Caitlin Johnstone's podcast on the topic: America's Election Meddling Would Indeed Justify Other Countries Retaliating In Kind