When Bush the Younger was mad at France for whatever reason, we were supposed to call our favorite fast food side dish “Freedom Fries.” Now we seem to be headed to war with Denmark. So what should we call Danish pastries? Patriot Pastries?
Also, do we have to burn our Hans Christian Andersen books? And what will the tariff be on LEGOs, cans of butter cookies, and foul-tasting licorice? It’s gotta be, what, a million percent?
Whatever the reason, after we conquer them, I don’t think they’ll be putting blackberries and truffles on their hot dogs any more. It’s time they used mustard, as Jesus taught.
You know what I just realized? Denmark is one of the few countries in the world that still has a king, which means that after we kidnap their royal family and send them to Guantanamo, Trump can declare himself “acting king of Denmark.” I can see him making that permanent!
And then there’s Greenland, which must be conquered because it is harboring weapons of mass destruction. Well, one weapon. A club. But it’s a big club. And technically it is capable of mass destruction, as it can kill more than one seal.



