With the plummeting approval rating of DeeTee, Ryan could sense that his time in the White House was coming. Not that he was running for Pres or anything. He was actually contemplating retirement. To live out his dream of becoming a rapper. He smiled as he thought of himself, on the stage with all of his rich, white donors in the audience, at Coachella, and he’s performing all of his favourite songs, including ‘fuck the poor’ and ‘If I were Black I’d be in jail.’
But would he be able to resist the opportunity to sit in the White House, as the leader of the (used to be United) United States. With the passing of the Tax plan, Ryan has succeeded in taking away money from the poor. God, he hated the Poor. And what’s more is that a lot of them idiotically thought that this would help them! “They’re such morons. I can’t wait until they go extinct” he thought to himself.
Recently, he had got into the music of Joyner Lucas. He had discovered Joyner with the song “I’m not Racist,” because it had featured a white man wearing a “Make America Great Again” hat, and he figured it would be a song for him and his people. Full of racial slurs but the message ultimately of “I’m not racist.” Boy, was he wrong! He loved the white man’s verse, and loved rapping along with all of the lyrics, but was shocked when he discovered that the black man in the video also got a verse. He agreed with almost everything the White man had said but disagreed wholeheartedly with everything the black man was saying. He was upset however that he didn’t get a shoutout in the song as Mikey P and DeeTee did. But he tried to not let this bother him. To cheer himself up he rapped the first verse of the song again.
Ryan was walking along the halls of Congress when he saw Mikey P. P stopped him and asked “have you seen my wife? I need to tell her I have to go to the bathroom. I have to tell her everywhere I go in case there are other women there.” Ryan replied with a simple, “No, I haven’t seen her” and carried on walking.
As Paul was walking down the halls of Congress, he began rapping silently along with the Joyner Lucas song. “fuck the world with a Make America great condom” he whispered to himself, before checking quickly to see if anyone had heard him. He looked around, and actually saw P’s wife. She was just sat there when she looked around, saw Paul and called him over. “I know Mike has gone to the bathroom, he had to send a member of his security to find me but I know now. Thanks for the help.” Ryan said “thanks” and wondered as to why he was a part of this conversation. He had an urge to say something else to Mrs. P, so before walking away he bent down and whispered in her ear; “With all due respect I don’t have pity for you black n****s, that’s the way I feel.” “What?” she replied. “Oh nothing, I must go, I have somewhere I have to be and I’m late already” and with that he left her there, looking confused. After turning the corner he dabbed real quick for a successful quote and carried on walking to the meeting. Today had been a good day.
After the meeting ended, and the talk of taking more money away from poor people had ended, Ryan decided that he was going to fit in a quick workout. He wanted to continue getting “hella swole” as he put it. He shook hands with all the white people in the room and began making his way to the gym.