1/14/2026, 9:07 am
After a hard day shoveling beets in the snow of Texazistan , Jackalopelipsky is ready to snuggle under her thread bare blanket to read some romance stories until the call for “Candles out, comrades.”
Political humor and satire from the original Party Organ of Record.
https://thepeoplescube.com/red/
There he was, tall and bigly, wearing a full beard and a mop of dark hair looming large in his future presidential polling as AOC slid upon the ICE protested concrete. "Bloop", she said as she tried to recover from tumbling down completely in The People's esteem. JD's manly chest met her front and center before she found her hot, fat latina bootie stuck like a warm wet tongue licking a frozen political poll in the bleak political resistance to America. JD's taunt, "You'll get your eye shot out," hit her deer eyes in the target, brimming with tears of regret as their dripping wet moisture attached her latina bootie to ICE, forever.
There she was, drinking some Chardonnay, watching Fox News, laying back on her Dead Salmon mohair velvet sofa when she really saw Jesse Watters. His masculine demeanor attracted her attention. Jennifer was smitten. It was then that she put down her cat and realized how toxic masculinity turned her on in ways in which she was unfamiliar. Mystic rhythms within her body asserted themselves and she realized she really wanted Jesse. She wanted him to do things to her with a longing that wine and a cat could never fulfill. Her fingers toyed with the Chinese handcuffs Ivan Stakhanovets Amazon Primed to her door. Jennifer was trapped by manliness, forever. Her bodice ripped as she sighed in the flickering light of her bigly screen tv .
Gavin trembled hearing the reverberating tread of Trump Rex striding through the corridors of Davos. The earth shook under Gavin’s tiny feet as he struggled to find composure, while expressing his feelings to a flightless gathering of DoDo journalists recording his middle school boyish remarks. The shadow of Trump Rex’s gargantuan frame sent shivers down Gavin’s limp spinal column. If ever there was a boy desiring to be impregnated by a real man, Gavin was that boy. Boy/Man love was the illicit act Gavin craved deep inside, simmering like a slow boiling, primordial tar pit.
Trump Rex’s enormous testicles enveloped Gavin’s ears like a pair of Dino leather Louis Vuitton bags, making smacking sounds upon his ear drums. Grateful for the foresight to pack his Monica Lewinsky knee pads, the tiny boy fell upon his knees. The DoDo journalists covered their eyes as an ActBlue mist fogged their minds, as well as their cameras. They knew DNCMSM-NOW! censors would never approve broadcast of this interview. The sound of Gavin’s moans, emanating from the ActBlue mist unsettled their narrative. Even a journalist gaggle of DoDos knew their flightless effort was dead on the runway before take-off.
Red Salmon wrote: ↑1/20/2026, 6:29 pmMost Equally Esteemed Comrade Jackalopelipsky,
At first I was alarmed that I had been rendered lifeless in your account of the amorous adventures of Jennifer. Then I toggled the play button. You were most merciful.
Abomination From The Deep,
Red Salmon
Gavin had always considered himself as experienced in rough sex, but nothing had prepared him for the roughest time of his life. When Trump Rex grabbed me by the pussy, I realized this was a whole new level in differentness in what I had experienced through rough sex.
A new 50 Shades of Gavin pulp fiction novel. Soon to become an investigative documentary!!