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The year is 2360. Late Dimension host Xon Æliver-212 is still making jokes about Brumptfd’s tiny hands
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Eternal Dust of the Cheeto Mind: liberals undergo a procedure to erase their memories so they can experience 2016 for eternity.
It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
That emperor? Donald J. Trump