Mike Pence is the Patron Saint of Mediocre White Dudes, and the Roman God of Failing Upwards.
A Democrat in his youth, Pence, like many men of limited intelligence, turned to religious conservatism for the convenience of being able to end arguments by claiming God shares his every fear and prejudice, while forgiving his every shortcoming, how convenient.
Secretary of State
Over the course of three decades, Rex Tillerson fucked, bribed, and murdered his way to the top of Exxon Mobil, like some sort of jowlsy Eva Peron.
Secretary of the Treasury
Steve Mnuchin, like his namesake, the Noise You Make When You’re Dry Heaving After Getting Food Poisoning From Eating Truck Stop Gas Station Roller Hot Pockets on a Road Trip, is deeply unpleasant, and may result in the involuntary voiding of foul-smelling bodily fluids.
Secretary of Defense
Chief of Staff
National Security Advisor
Holy shit, there are Generals all over the place these days, aren’t there?
Retired General James Mattis serves as Secretary of Defense. Retired General John Kelly ran Homeland Security for a bit, before becoming the Lead Executive Branch Babysitter, excuse me, Chief of Staff. H.R. McMaster’s the National Security Advisor, and hell, he’s still on active duty.
Jefferson Beauregard Sessions, third generation of his family to carry the name of a Confedarate piece of trash and also a second Confederate piece of trash, is living his dream. As Velveeta Goebbels’ Attorney General, he’s turning back the clock to a time when women and minorities knew their place, and mediocre white dudes like himself got to run everything, even if they weren’t especially bright.
Ryan Zinke is like if the crappiest robot in Westworld escaped and jumped into conservative politics. He’s such a cartoon cowboy, I bet his right boot says “Andy” on the bottom.
Secretary of Commerce
When a witch’s curse transformed his master into a Beast and his fellow servants into household objects, Wilbur Ross became a decorative garden gnome. Unlike the rest of his compatriots, he ventured out into the world to make his fortune in the realm of shady international finance and money laundering, and when True Love’s Kiss lifted the curse, Wilbur was too far away for the enchantment to reverse, and thus he remains trapped in gnome form forever.
Secretary of Health and Human Services
If the Hippocratic Oath is binding in any sort of spiritual sense, Tom Price is royally fucked, y’all. There is some straight Dante shit awaitin’ him in the afterlife.
Secretary of Housing and Urban Development
Dr. Ben Carson is only in politics because he was rude President Obama to his face. At the 2013 National Prayer Breakfast, a traditionally non-political event, Dr. Ben, having been invited as the keynote speaker, decided to use his time to shit on the President and his policies.
Secretary of Education
Betsy DeVos is what happens when bored white ladies have enough money to really fuck shit up. Turns out, if you’re born rich and marry richer, you don’t have to settle for a book club, you can buy yourself a whole cabinet department!
Administrator of the EPA
Scott Pruitt, like a lot of boys his age, grew up watching Captain Planet cartoons. Unlike most boys his age, he decided that the various sludge-smog-and-toxic-waste-slinging villains were the role models for him.
Ok, fine. Pruitt is ten years too old to have grown up on Captain Planet, but fuck you, that’s a good opening paragraph. Make your own fucking website, you don’t like it.
Chief of Staff
Nobody wants to be Reince Priebus when they grow up. He’s just so immediately recognizable as a weaselly little tapeworm of a man, y’know?
Reince Priebus is the sort of person who would be played by Brad Dourif in a film.
Jared Kushner was born on third base and thinks he invented baseball.
Jared’s dad, Charles Kushner, went to jail for tax evasion, illegal campaign donations, and, ahem, “witness tampering,” by which I mean he set his brother-in-law up with a hooker (not, I’m sad to report, of the Pissing Russian variety) and recorded their genital-smushing in order to blackmail him.
When you worked for Akin, things weren’t simple
Cuz he got caught on tape
With legitimate rape
Senior Advisor for Policy
Why is it always the shittiest imaginable white dudes who turn out to be white supremacists?
Stephen Miller, who started balding eleven seconds after his conception, has by all accounts been a sack of monkey shit pretty much every single minute of his life.
Director of Communications
Oh wow, this new Communications Director looks like a real character, huh?
Where to begin? Ok, Anthony Scaramucci first came to –
Wait, what? Really?
White Supremacist Multi-Tool
Kris Kobach is like the protagonist of the white supremacist version of one of those Disney movies where a kid learns to chase his dreams, no matter how big. The kid gets tired of the monotonous grind of burning crosses on just one lawn at a time, and dreams of burning a cross big enough for the whole dang country!
Maybe he has a talking/singing Confederate flag for a sidekick. Named “Bedford.”
Roving Freelance Fascist
As seen in the famed documentary RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK, when the Ark of the Covenant was opened on an uncharted island north of Crete, the burning light that issued thereof reduced the Nazi soldiers present to piles of ash and molten flesh. In time, the rains washed the fascist bio-goo into the island’s sewage system, where it mixed with the shit and piss and used tampons and such, and in time it congealed, took the shape of a man (albeit an unattractive one), slapped on a pair of glasses, and Sebastian Gorka was formed.
Speaker of the House
Paul Ryan was cloned from a single pubic hair plucked from Ayn Rand post-coitus and grown in a still in Charles Koch’s back yard.
Senate Majority Leader
Many years ago, Gamera was following the Grateful Dead on tour, and engaged in a brief-but-life-affirming affair with an Ohio River ‘gator that hung around Ma McConnell’s pig farm, picking off runts for sustenance. Nine months later, young Mitch emerged from a leathery egg, and devoured his fellow hatchlings, beginning his life-long love affair with hurting children.
Steve Bannon played Bob Ewell in a high school production of To Kill a Mockingbird, and liked it so much he decided to stay in character for the rest of his life.
A self-described Leninist, and an outspoken populist*, Bannon wants to kidney-punch the administrative state, give it a wedgie, and steal its lunch money.
*Well, if you only count “white people” as “people.”
Like all populist folks heroes, Steve spent years as an investment banker with Goldman Sachs, which eventually landed him a stake in SEINFELD, so every time you watch the one with the Soup Nazi in syndication, you can take comfort in knowing you just helped the guy who wrote the American Carnage speech buy another fifth of cheap gin.
Anyhow, Bannon liked Hollywood so much, he decided to become a right wing propaganda filmmaker, rising to fame via a particularly creepy feature-length fan letter to that one vice presidential nominee who thinks “Hey, what newspapers do you read?” counts as a “gotcha question.”
His freaky Reagan porn brought him into contact with fellow hate-mongering shitweasel Andrew Breitbart, who compared him to Leni Riefenstahl, which is apparently a compliment when you travel in bloated white nationalist rage beast circles.
When Breitbart died, Bannon took over his White Resentment Chat Room/Survivalist Gear Emporium, seizing the opportunity to continue his life’s work; keeping a growing army of shitty white dudes perpetually lathered up in fury that they have to share the world with women and minorities.
Shit, he’s kept so busy, you wonder when he found the time to earn those charges for abusing his ex-wife.
Anyhow, on Paul Manafort’s departure, Darth Wino stepped into the void at the top of the Drumpf campaign, recognizing the candidate as a real Rube’s Rube, a mentally vacant dumbshit genuinely willing to believe anything he was told so long as it came wrapped in an appropriate degree of obsequiousness.
Ok, it was a long LONG longshot, and things weren’t looking good, but on the off chance things came together juuuust perfectly, wouldn’t it fun to have a President for a pet?
Bannon reads creepy white supremacist books and talks about creepy white supremacist thinkers and writes creepy white supremacist executive orders for his goon boss to sign, all of which seems strange if only because it’s hard to imagine any human being seeing that splotchy, pock-marked mug glaring back from the mirror and drawing the conclusion that he’s genetically superior to a leprous cow’s asshole, let alone, y’know…any human being anywhere on Earth.
Got it? Goldman Sachs Exec to Propaganda Maker to Hate Site Editor to the Cartoon Devil Whispering Into the Ear of Our Idiot Manchild President. What sort of ass-backwards butterfly effect shit had to go down where this Brothers Grimm Villain gets regular face time with the President of the United States? Fucker tried to sneak himself onto the motherfucking National Security Council, for fuck’s sake. Jesus fucking Christ.
Anyhow, even as the likes of Flynn and Spicer and Priebus have fallen, Darth Wino still haunts the West Wing, angling for as much of the Rube President’s childlike attention span as he can glom onto, leaving headless teddy bears in H.R. McMaster’s desk drawers, with notes reading “YOU’RE NEXT, CUCK” pinned to their stuffing-oozing torsos.
Will he be the Last Jag Standing? Tune in next week, Resistors…
UPDATE: Steve-O has been sent scuttling back to his filthy little website, THANK ALL THE GODS IN ALL THE HEAVENS!
Bonus Fun Fact: Bannon’s blood type is paint thinner!