I’m just a plainspoken Colorado criminal defense lawyer, but the way I see it…
I love it when the sentient Orange Julius who is President of the United States is overseas shaking hands with one foreign leader after another who wonders where that little hand has been.
The crime wave that is the Trump Administration has left our shores. The air smells fresh again. The sun is just a little brighter; our step, just a little lighter.
It could always be like that.
A lawyer I know, invested with the quasi authority to act as agent for the President, is even now looking at an investment opportunity that would save the big guy from both impeachment and criminal indictment.
Turns out that the government of Pitcairn Island, unlike our own, is not only not hostile to immigration, but views it as a national security imperative. With a total population of fifty (maybe only forty-nine at the moment: the demographic skews to the elderly, most of them descendants of Marlon Brando), the governing Island Council is encouraging new migrants bigly.
Encouraging, as in giving land away for settlement. The Island Council supplies the land, no charge, and all the migrant has to bring are the building materials and the salt and pepper shakers.
The Pitcairn Imperative: If you give it, they will build. Cheapest deal for a foreigner since Trump told everyone Mexico would pay for The Wall.
So the lawyer, at the implicit direction of the President himself — who’s always looking for a cheap deal — has contacted Pitcairn government authorities to explore the immigration possibilities for Donald John Trump, with the following query which he’s exclusively leaked to me:
If the people of the United States of America are able to persuade him, would Donald Trump be welcome on Pitcairn?
How many members of his family would he be allowed to bring with him?
Any members of his cabinet?
Would he have to disclose any tax returns?
Will he be able to bring his gold toilet with him?
I apologize, but he would want me to ask: can he just buy Pitcairn Island?
Best of luck with the deal, Mr. President. I really mean that.